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 Togo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Technova to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Saints,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donald Byrd,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
Wire,
Icehouse,
Warsaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
EPMD,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté,
Graham Central Station,
Quando Quango,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Swans,
The Residents,
John Lydon,
Flash Fearless,
Altered Images,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brass Construction,
Harry Pussy,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Pantaleimon,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
Sex Pistols,
cv313,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
Minny Pops,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
Neu!,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.