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 Congo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Graham Central Station to the crunk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
H. Thieme,
The Gap Band,
JFA,
The Mummies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
T. Rex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonic Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett,
Vainqueur,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
Boredoms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Pole,
Neu!,
Supertramp,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers,
The Fire Engines,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
Sugar Minott,
The Pop Group,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magazine,
Stiv Bators,
Joey Negro,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swell Maps,
World's Most,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
Mantronix,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
Model 500,
Silicon Teens,
Motorama,
Jacques Brel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.