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 Mozambique and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bush Tetras to the techno 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Glambeats Corp.,
FM Einheit,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Steve Hackett,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
a-ha,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
Oneida,
the Human League,
ABBA,
Rekid,
CMW,
Bootsy Collins,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
John Lydon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio,
Suburban Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
Procol Harum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gladiators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.