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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Sister Nancy to the grime 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
KRS-One,
Easy Going,
The Dead C,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Raincoats,
In Retrospect,
Fad Gadget,
The Walker Brothers,
MC5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ponytail,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
The Techniques,
Warsaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Barry Ungar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Iggy Pop,
Funky Four + One,
The Victims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Associates,
the Swans,
Japan,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quadrant,
Erykah Badu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Residents,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pretty Things,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.