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 Qatar 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Crime to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cramps,
AZ,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
CMW,
These Immortal Souls,
Infiniti,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
Minny Pops,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Style,
10cc,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sound,
Slave,
Scrapy,
Basic Channel,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
Pylon,
Letta Mbulu,
Arthur Verocai,
Shoche,
The Busters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
Steve Hackett,
Scientists,
Technova,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spandau Ballet,
Lyres,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.