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 Latvia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Can to the punk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
Ronnie Foster,
Camouflage,
Yazoo,
T. Rex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
The Gories,
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth,
Swell Maps,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Steve Hackett,
Dead Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Hardrive,
Scion,
Zapp,
Kaleidoscope,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
Archie Shepp,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alison Limerick,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
The Velvet Underground,
The J.B.'s,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick May,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
Black Moon,
Bill Near,
B.T. Express,
Youth Brigade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ossler,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.