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 Andorra and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Red Krayola to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cure,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
Joyce Sims,
Thee Headcoats,
Vladislav Delay,
The Remains,
The Standells,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
The Smiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cameo,
R.M.O.,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Foxx,
Magma,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
Boredoms,
Procol Harum,
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
FM Einheit,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
Kenny Larkin,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
Suburban Knight,
Scan 7,
the Swans,
Warsaw,
Wally Richardson,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Al Stewart,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.