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 India and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Brick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Blues Magoos,
Rosa Yemen,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
Buzzcocks,
The Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Country Teasers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Japan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
Crooked Eye,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
Hoover,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Roxy Music,
Quantec,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
The Invisible,
Scion,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
The Doors,
X-102,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Index,
Duran Duran,
Lalann,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mark Hollis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Piero Umiliani,
Siglo XX,
One Last Wish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
Gong,
Erykah Badu,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.