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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Invisible to the punk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monolake,
The Offenders,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
Sound Behaviour,
Theoretical Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Wyatt,
Excepter,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
Banda Bassotti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tom Boy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Throbbing Gristle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dave Gahan,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy Collins,
Supertramp,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
Sandy B,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
Erykah Badu,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ornette Coleman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
The Gladiators,
Mandrill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ken Boothe,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.