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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nico to the rap 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby 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?
Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
Stereo Dub,
Skriet,
cv313,
Scrapy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
John Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Marmalade,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Stooges,
Intrusion,
La Düsseldorf,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
Anakelly,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moleskins,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
The Kinks,
Sex Pistols,
John Holt,
Pylon,
Patti Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
Brick,
Severed Heads,
The Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gap Band,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.