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 Hungary and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Barracudas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Eddi Front,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
Carl Craig,
Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills,
Magma,
Janne Schatter,
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Standells,
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scientists,
Yellowson,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yusef Lateef,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dead C,
Roxette,
Lou Christie,
Mars,
CMW,
Bill Near,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
Blake Baxter,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.