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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alphaville to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tubeway Army,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bronski Beat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
The Gap Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
Al Stewart,
Scan 7,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantytec,
Pantaleimon,
Toni Rubio,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Byron Stingily,
Terrestrial Tones,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Popol Vuh,
Funky Four + One,
Can,
The Wake,
Chrome,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.