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 Belize and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 The Velvet Underground to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T.S.O.L.,
Bob Dylan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-101,
Section 25,
PIL,
Smog,
Shoche,
Amazonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quantec,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
Altered Images,
Suburban Knight,
Funkadelic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
Erasure,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
Cecil Taylor,
The Black Dice,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
Tommy Roe,
Blossom Toes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone,
Half Japanese,
Jeru the Damaja,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
H. Thieme,
Ornette Coleman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Hood,
Average White Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Make Up,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.