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 Italy and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
Tim Buckley,
The Blackbyrds,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Das Ding,
Oneida,
The Red Krayola,
a-ha,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
Sällskapet,
La Düsseldorf,
Tubeway Army,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
Country Teasers,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chrome,
Darondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Urselle,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Pere Ubu,
John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smoke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hasil Adkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Little Man,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T. Rex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.