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 Montenegro and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
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 guitar 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 the Normal to the punk 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Normal,
Rekid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tubeway Army,
Darondo,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
Panda Bear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
Monolake,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
The Cure,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Au Pairs,
Blossom Toes,
Kayak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
Bob Dylan,
Section 25,
Lakeside,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minny Pops,
Television,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skarface,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doors,
Popol Vuh,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eve St. Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.