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 Italy and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Curtis Mayfield to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
Sandy B,
Minor Threat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funkadelic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Barry Ungar,
Ituana,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
Mo-Dettes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
Sparks,
Hashim,
Sun City Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms,
The New Christs,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
Country Teasers,
MDC,
The Divine Comedy,
Y Pants,
Bill Wells,
Motorama,
Organ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
Peter & Gordon,
Ohio Players,
the Bar-Kays,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
Ronan,
The Zeros,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.