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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Oneida to the crunk 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül,
Magazine,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Mad Mike,
Theoretical Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Angry Samoans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Freddie Wadling,
The Selecter,
Arthur Verocai,
Au Pairs,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
Supertramp,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye,
Simply Red,
Harry Pussy,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
Bauhaus,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Organ,
Marc Almond,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel,
the Swans,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
the Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
MC5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Eurythmics,
Roxette,
KRS-One,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.