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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Quadrant to the crunk 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
The Skatalites,
Jacob Miller,
Delon & Dalcan,
Junior Murvin,
Lower 48,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moody Blues,
Faust,
E-Dancer,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brand Nubian,
The Count Five,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
Model 500,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül II,
Hashim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lindisfarne,
The Divine Comedy,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
Judy Mowatt,
Mad Mike,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.