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 Maldives and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Avey Tare to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Gories,
Au Pairs,
Interpol,
Todd Rundgren,
Pulsallama,
Aural Exciters,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeru the Damaja,
Steve Hackett,
Bob Dylan,
The Cowsills,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacques Brel,
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
Sixth Finger,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kas Product,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
Fluxion,
Eli Mardock,
Japan,
Black Flag,
Sparks,
Magazine,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
Sound Behaviour,
A Certain Ratio,
cv313,
Arcadia,
T. Rex,
the Association,
Charles Mingus,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hoover,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
Harmonia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
David Bowie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.