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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Morten Harket,
Tubeway Army,
The J.B.'s,
This Heat,
Tom Boy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronnie Foster,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
Pantaleimon,
Tres Demented,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
Max Romeo,
Gang of Four,
Black Sheep,
Alison Limerick,
Khruangbin,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
Trumans Water,
Dave Gahan,
Harmonia,
The Real Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sex Pistols,
The Dirtbombs,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
Moby Grape,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gong,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Eurythmics,
The Offenders,
Hasil Adkins,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.