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 Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arcadia to the techno 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maleditus Sound,
Moss Icon,
Crime,
Joyce Sims,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry,
Reuben Wilson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
The Residents,
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
OOIOO,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
New Age Steppers,
Yazoo,
Erykah Badu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
PIL,
Ultravox,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.