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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Eli Mardock to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Jeff Mills,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonic Youth,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
Kayak,
David Axelrod,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Little Man,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas,
New Order,
New York Dolls,
Echospace,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
Essential Logic,
X-102,
The Mojo Men,
Talk Talk,
Danielle Patucci,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Normal,
Jandek,
Second Layer,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
Maleditus Sound,
The Litter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maurizio,
Johnny Clarke,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
Pulsallama,
Reagan Youth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.