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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sixth Finger to the rap 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiohead,
Babytalk,
Bobby Sherman,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
Crooked Eye,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Style,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Infiniti,
The Kinks,
L. Decosne,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Halsall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Enemy,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sister Nancy,
Liliput,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
Pierre Henry,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
The Tremeloes,
Eurythmics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.