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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Matthew Bourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Junior Murvin,
Lindisfarne,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Prince Buster,
Quadrant,
David Bowie,
Roxette,
Massinfluence,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül,
Gabor Szabo,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slick Rick,
Mandrill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
Loose Ends,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
Magma,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cramps,
Radio Birdman,
The Modern Lovers,
The Black Dice,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
The Dirtbombs,
Delta 5,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
Parry Music,
ABBA,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Organ,
The Monks,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.