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 Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Sam Rivers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mummies,
Ossler,
Pere Ubu,
KRS-One,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17,
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson,
David McCallum,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
Soulsonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
Wasted Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
Newcleus,
The Motions,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
Mantronix,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
Ronan,
Absolute Body Control,
Youth Brigade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
Archie Shepp,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Icehouse,
Sonic Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.