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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Shoche to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
Panda Bear,
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs,
Negative Approach,
Sällskapet,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
The Mojo Men,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
The Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Oblivians,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Flag,
Oneida,
The Angels of Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hashim,
DJ Style,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
Jeff Lynne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gap Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy,
Funky Four + One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
Mark Hollis,
DNA,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
Lyres,
Ponytail,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
Los Fastidios,
Reagan Youth,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.