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 Zimbabwe and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Marc Almond to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bauhaus,
kango's stein massive,
Hoover,
ABBA,
Unwound,
the Association,
Arab on Radar,
The Monochrome Set,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fugazi,
The Motions,
Faraquet,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Sherman,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Interpol,
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sandy B,
Josef K,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roger Hodgson,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
Saccharine Trust,
A Certain Ratio,
Das Ding,
Trumans Water,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
New Age Steppers,
Archie Shepp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
FM Einheit,
R.M.O.,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Copeland,
Lindisfarne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.