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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ultravox to the punk 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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Howard Jones,
Terry Callier,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
World's Most,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
Mr. Review,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alphaville,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna,
10cc,
Mark Hollis,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
Khruangbin,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Bourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
The Standells,
MDC,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Maurizio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd,
CMW,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
The Raincoats,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.