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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 The Fall to the rap 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yazoo,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
Lungfish,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Sherman,
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
Cymande,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Leonard Cohen,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed,
The Smiths,
Grauzone,
Guru Guru,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
Gichy Dan,
Adolescents,
ABC,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
Ice-T,
The Index,
The United States of America,
Severed Heads,
FM Einheit,
Connie Case,
Radio Birdman,
The Fall,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
Crash Course in Science,
The Angels of Light,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.