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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Sparks to the dance 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Juan Atkins,
The Smoke,
Camberwell Now,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
KRS-One,
Sandy B,
Nik Kershaw,
Bauhaus,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
Heaven 17,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
Lucky Dragons,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
Sight & Sound,
The Searchers,
Liliput,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
Delta 5,
MDC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
World's Most,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Certain Ratio,
Donald Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Guru Guru,
Neu!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spandau Ballet,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
Skriet,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.