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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Surgeon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
Thompson Twins,
Jacques Brel,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
Mary Jane Girls,
UT,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
DJ Style,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
B.T. Express,
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes,
Rotary Connection,
Nils Olav,
New Order,
The Doors,
The Toasters,
Kayak,
The Sound,
Visage,
Slick Rick,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker,
Drexciya,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Offenders,
Excepter,
The Names,
The Skatalites,
Brick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Make Up,
Au Pairs,
the Swans,
Jeff Mills,
EPMD,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erykah Badu,
Black Flag,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.