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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 China Crisis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camouflage,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Remains,
Urselle,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Loose Ends,
The Litter,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
Monolake,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
Pylon,
Nas,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
UT,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pop Group,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ohio Players,
In Retrospect,
the Swans,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
Erasure,
Joe Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Brand Nubian,
X-102,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
The Searchers,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.