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 Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Japan to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Nico,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
Hardrive,
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
The Busters,
Deakin,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
DNA,
Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
OOIOO,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James White and The Blacks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare,
Spandau Ballet,
David Bowie,
The Move,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Junior Murvin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maurizio,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
Neu!,
Sparks,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.