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 Oman and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Evens to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Cameo,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man,
Monolake,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
David McCallum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Theoretical Girls,
Von Mondo,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Arcadia,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
Suicide,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
Unwound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lower 48,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.