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 Laos and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Leaves to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q65,
Smog,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
F. McDonald,
Man Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
Joy Division,
John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
Judy Mowatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Colin Newman,
Tubeway Army,
Hasil Adkins,
Lyres,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
Television,
Dark Day,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sex Pistols,
Fort Wilson Riot,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
Byron Stingily,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.