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 Chile and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Oppenheimer Analysis 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Y Pants,
Simply Red,
The American Breed,
Das Ding,
Nik Kershaw,
Yazoo,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Freddie Wadling,
Dave Gahan,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
Dennis Brown,
The Grass Roots,
Agent Orange,
Nico,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Davy DMX,
Morten Harket,
Eric Copeland,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
Procol Harum,
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cowsills,
Man Parrish,
The Cramps,
The Zeros,
Siglo XX,
Patti Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.