Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cuba and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Easy Going to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Human League,
CMW,
Roxette,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dawn Penn,
Absolute Body Control,
Lucky Dragons,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
Kurtis Blow,
Delta 5,
The Victims,
Flash Fearless,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Judy Mowatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
Los Fastidios,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Young Rascals,
Swell Maps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultravox,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
Reagan Youth,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.