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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Rekid to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
PIL,
Derrick May,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare,
E-Dancer,
The Cowsills,
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Shoche,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
Livin' Joy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fuzztones,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
Michelle Simonal,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
Yazoo,
The Dirtbombs,
Ten City,
Hardrive,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Martian,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
OOIOO,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.