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 Taiwan and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Arab on Radar to the grime 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
the Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Roxy Music,
The Beau Brummels,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
Monolake,
a-ha,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantytec,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
Shoche,
The Trojans,
Tres Demented,
The Tremeloes,
Bluetip,
JFA,
Rapeman,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Kayak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Bananas,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare,
the Swans,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
Bad Manners,
Ice-T,
Funky Four + One,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxette,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
John Holt,
Blake Baxter,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.