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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed & John Cale 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Urselle,
Main Source,
D'Angelo,
The Fugs,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moody Blues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
Black Flag,
kango's stein massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ponytail,
Rekid,
Sun Ra,
Whodini,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Young Marble Giants,
Pierre Henry,
DNA,
Minutemen,
The Pop Group,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
E-Dancer,
The Doors,
Dennis Brown,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Martian,
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
Letta Mbulu,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
a-ha,
Toni Rubio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.