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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pussy Galore to the jazz 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Masters at Work,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
Liliput,
Altered Images,
Shoche,
China Crisis,
Main Source,
Bob Dylan,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
Scientists,
Lakeside,
Rekid,
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
Organ,
Sällskapet,
Nico,
Tres Demented,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
Godley & Creme,
Crash Course in Science,
Section 25,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
Fad Gadget,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
AZ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
Country Teasers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Bauhaus,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
Zero Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Whodini,
The Fall,
Morten Harket,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.