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 States and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Young Rascals to the grunge 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Hashim,
Neu!,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Junior Murvin,
Negative Approach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pole,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
Archie Shepp,
Main Source,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Wells,
Moss Icon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
Shoche,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Dawn Penn,
Youth Brigade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
The Smoke,
Idris Muhammad,
Deadbeat,
Morten Harket,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
the Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hot Snakes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Leonard Cohen,
Delta 5,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.