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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco 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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
Ultra Naté,
Second Layer,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joensuu 1685,
The Barracudas,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Christie,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
Rites of Spring,
The Dirtbombs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q65,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
Roxette,
Underground Resistance,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex,
Funky Four + One,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
Barry Ungar,
The Slackers,
Siglo XX,
The Standells,
Q and Not U,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Brass Construction,
Chrome,
The Angels of Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.