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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ludus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
The Names,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
Symarip,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
the Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
The Dead C,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
Alice Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Niagra,
Sarah Menescal,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacob Miller,
The Martian,
Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
Visage,
Circle Jerks,
ABBA,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Neu!,
Mandrill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Copeland,
Rosa Yemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
cv313,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.