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 Australia 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Negative Approach,
Los Fastidios,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
The Knickerbockers,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
Main Source,
Echospace,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Technova,
The Associates,
Lyres,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Sight & Sound,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q65,
Panda Bear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Hutcherson,
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funky Four + One,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Theoretical Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
Stetsasonic,
Skriet,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.