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 China and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kayak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultravox,
cv313,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Audionom,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Hood,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
Japan,
Brand Nubian,
Basic Channel,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quantec,
Skarface,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
Chrome,
Television Personalities,
Sällskapet,
Faust,
Man Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
The Misunderstood,
Scientists,
Barbara Tucker,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
The Last Poets,
Crispian St. Peters,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.