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 Russia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Brick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Supertramp,
Wings,
Kas Product,
X-101,
China Crisis,
Cymande,
the Sonics,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd,
Shoche,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalann,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Harmonia,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
Circle Jerks,
Scrapy,
Visage,
Loose Ends,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker,
Mr. Review,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moebius,
Electric Prunes,
Mars,
The Cramps,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Technova,
Tubeway Army,
Lalo Schifrin,
Iggy Pop,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brick,
OOIOO,
Franke,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.