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 the UAE and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the punk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
Excepter,
Iggy Pop,
Babytalk,
Qualms,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Inner City,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
Little Man,
Joe Smooth,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
Harpers Bizarre,
Albert Ayler,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Angels of Light,
Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
Reuben Wilson,
K-Klass,
Byron Stingily,
Flash Fearless,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
Skaos,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker,
Swell Maps,
Guru Guru,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jandek,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots,
The Evens,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.