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 Mozambique 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Davy DMX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eddi Front,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joey Negro,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers,
Radio Birdman,
48th St. Collective,
The Barracudas,
Joe Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
cv313,
The Fortunes,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Human League,
The J.B.'s,
The Skatalites,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masters at Work,
Second Layer,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Soft Cell,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
Depeche Mode,
Gong,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.