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 Argentina 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marc Almond to the crunk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
Agent Orange,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
Unwound,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Faust,
Wire,
The Young Rascals,
Lindisfarne,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Carl Craig,
Au Pairs,
Nick Fraelich,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Das Ding,
Cymande,
The Raincoats,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
Alison Limerick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Teasers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boz Scaggs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
Soul Sonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suburban Knight,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.