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 Macedonia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flipper to the rock 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Star Department,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
B.T. Express,
Magma,
Graham Central Station,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
The Grass Roots,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Blancmange,
Brass Construction,
The Walker Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skaos,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells,
Absolute Body Control,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
Bush Tetras,
Smog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ossler,
The Young Rascals,
Goldenarms,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
Blake Baxter,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.