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 India and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Glambeats Corp. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Ornette Coleman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick Morgan,
Minutemen,
Jawbox,
Livin' Joy,
Los Fastidios,
The Selecter,
The Buckinghams,
John Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Pere Ubu,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Real Kids,
The Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
Scrapy,
Little Man,
Isaac Hayes,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
Roxette,
Gabor Szabo,
Shuggie Otis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Technova,
Radiohead,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABBA,
Sister Nancy,
Piero Umiliani,
Zapp,
Bob Dylan,
Smog,
Slave,
Kas Product,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.