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 Oman and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 The Kinks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Juan Atkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Normal,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground,
Nik Kershaw,
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell,
The Trojans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dawn Penn,
The Searchers,
Bill Wells,
John Cale,
Clear Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Moon,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Associates,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
Isaac Hayes,
Joy Division,
Intrusion,
Guru Guru,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
PIL,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tommy Roe,
Donny Hathaway,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.