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 Nepal and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stetsasonic,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
Khruangbin,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris & Cosey,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
Robert Görl,
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mr. Review,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Count Five,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
Wasted Youth,
Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blackbyrds,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
Laurel Aitken,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
Talk Talk,
KRS-One,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities,
Ice-T,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.