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 Portugal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Neil Young to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Boz Scaggs,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Monks,
The Gap Band,
Procol Harum,
The Wake,
Cecil Taylor,
Essential Logic,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster,
Dorothy Ashby,
In Retrospect,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
Malaria!,
Eden Ahbez,
Shoche,
Index,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis,
Alice Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Soft Cell,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moby Grape,
T. Rex,
Zero Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Pus,
The Victims,
The Angels of Light,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
Chris & Cosey,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
Radiohead,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth,
The Barracudas,
The Five Americans,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.