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 Zambia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Danielle Patucci to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
ABC,
Au Pairs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Public Enemy,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
The Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
Josef K,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers,
Nils Olav,
Don Cherry,
Wire,
Harry Pussy,
Circle Jerks,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
Gong,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unrelated Segments,
Graham Central Station,
Mo-Dettes,
Bob Dylan,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Schoolly D,
The Fall,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hashim,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Hill,
David Bowie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
Sällskapet,
Howard Jones,
Sparks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
The Leaves,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.