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 and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Evens to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Animal Collective,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dead C,
The Saints,
10cc,
T.S.O.L.,
Henry Cow,
Judy Mowatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Skatalites,
Masters at Work,
X-102,
Talk Talk,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Gang of Four,
The Fall,
New York Dolls,
Model 500,
Kaleidoscope,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
Zapp,
Ten City,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
Jacques Brel,
Pere Ubu,
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
Spandau Ballet,
Au Pairs,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
Intrusion,
Deakin,
Fear,
Bush Tetras,
Schoolly D,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.