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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 OOIOO to the rock 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
Pole,
Funkadelic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Halsall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange,
E-Dancer,
Can,
Masters at Work,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
Japan,
Section 25,
Trumans Water,
Steve Hackett,
The Walker Brothers,
Rekid,
Simply Red,
The Saints,
Brick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unrelated Segments,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
David McCallum,
DNA,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
The Litter,
Reagan Youth,
Al Stewart,
Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
Intrusion,
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.