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 Guinea-Bissau and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 The Martian to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
Pantaleimon,
Dave Gahan,
Quadrant,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
Wire,
Minutemen,
Kayak,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
Trumans Water,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx,
Yazoo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Copeland,
Funky Four + One,
Unwound,
The Divine Comedy,
The Beau Brummels,
Television,
Popol Vuh,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Japan,
The Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Banda Bassotti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
Johnny Osbourne,
H. Thieme,
Ultravox,
Scan 7,
Skriet,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Last Poets,
Joe Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.