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 San Marino and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 New York Dolls to the grime 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pulsallama,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter,
Bush Tetras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
Spandau Ballet,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
The J.B.'s,
Lindisfarne,
a-ha,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Count Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
Bad Manners,
John Cale,
Franke,
Whodini,
Sugar Minott,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Audionom,
Icehouse,
The Blackbyrds,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
Radiohead,
Marc Almond,
Cal Tjader,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Supertramp,
cv313,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
DNA,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.