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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slick Rick to the grunge 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Marc Almond,
Neu!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Order,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
Fela Kuti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mr. Review,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
The Divine Comedy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thompson Twins,
Deadbeat,
Q and Not U,
Davy DMX,
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
Bauhaus,
Nico,
Ludus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Technova,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
Cluster,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.