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 Burundi and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 David Bowie to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
AZ,
Excepter,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
JFA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
Half Japanese,
Niagra,
DNA,
Basic Channel,
Danielle Patucci,
Ossler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Association,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
Mars,
Rekid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
Yellowson,
Piero Umiliani,
Adolescents,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
KRS-One,
R.M.O.,
The Saints,
Quantec,
Kayak,
Pantytec,
Bill Near,
Arthur Verocai,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
Juan Atkins,
Bluetip,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
Severed Heads,
The Remains,
Todd Rundgren,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.