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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donny Hathaway to the crunk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harry Pussy,
The Happenings,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aswad,
a-ha,
Arcadia,
Jawbox,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
D'Angelo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
Whodini,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
the Bar-Kays,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Byrd,
Babytalk,
The Music Machine,
The Martian,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
JFA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.