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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dual Sessions to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
La Düsseldorf,
Eden Ahbez,
Radio Birdman,
Mars,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Machine,
ABBA,
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
The Count Five,
Crime,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
Pylon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
Grauzone,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang of Four,
Althea and Donna,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Can,
Monolake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Bowie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Darondo,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
The Five Americans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Goldenarms,
John Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
Dave Gahan,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.