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 Tuvalu and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Suburban Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
Janne Schatter,
Erasure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
Dave Gahan,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
PIL,
Adolescents,
Y Pants,
Surgeon,
Moebius,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Age Steppers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
Subhumans,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
Sarah Menescal,
Tom Boy,
Skaos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ossler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
Wings,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
Patti Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.