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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rock 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The American Breed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
Jandek,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moebius,
OOIOO,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul II Soul,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed,
June of 44,
Mr. Review,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fuzztones,
John Foxx,
June Days,
Babytalk,
Fat Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
Neu!,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
Delta 5,
Cymande,
Howard Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
Judy Mowatt,
Easy Going,
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
Charles Mingus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Icehouse,
The Walker Brothers,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.