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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shadows of Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
The Standells,
Monks,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MC5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Buzzcocks,
U.S. Maple,
Sight & Sound,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Womack,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The United States of America,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maleditus Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots,
The Mummies,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Newcleus,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
Skaos,
Funkadelic,
Moebius,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
Oneida,
Letta Mbulu,
Outsiders,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.