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 Papua New Guinea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Lindisfarne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
Cybotron,
Duran Duran,
Scientists,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
New York Dolls,
Vainqueur,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sparks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nirvana,
K-Klass,
Supertramp,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scrapy,
Bobby Womack,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Leaves,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
Circle Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
The Young Rascals,
The Evens,
The Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
June of 44,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
New Order,
The Monochrome Set,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
AZ,
The Seeds,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Can,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.