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 Uzbekistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 kango's stein massive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
EPMD,
Dave Gahan,
Gong,
Skarface,
Kurtis Blow,
The Neon Judgement,
Q65,
Theoretical Girls,
Henry Cow,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
The Index,
a-ha,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
Barrington Levy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crooked Eye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
Q and Not U,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
Drexciya,
Kayak,
Cal Tjader,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
The Happenings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
Dawn Penn,
the Germs,
The Monochrome Set,
Aswad,
Swell Maps,
the Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
Subhumans,
kango's stein massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.