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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pole to the dance 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brick,
The Slackers,
Cymande,
The Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sandy B,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Procol Harum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rapeman,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
Theoretical Girls,
Ohio Players,
Negative Approach,
Aloha Tigers,
Piero Umiliani,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
Rosa Yemen,
Crooked Eye,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Trumans Water,
Eden Ahbez,
Deadbeat,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
Nils Olav,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
The American Breed,
KRS-One,
Saccharine Trust,
Can,
Television Personalities,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.