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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
LL Cool J,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brick,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
DNA,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dave Gahan,
Swell Maps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Halsall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rekid,
Organ,
Mandrill,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
X-102,
June Days,
Nirvana,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
The Moleskins,
Das Ding,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Lyres,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
K-Klass,
The Monks,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Half Japanese,
KRS-One,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
The Young Rascals,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronan,
Zapp,
Eli Mardock,
Pylon,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.