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 Panama and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer,
Oneida,
Marc Almond,
Siglo XX,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun City Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grauzone,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
Kerri Chandler,
Cecil Taylor,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
The Fall,
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Whodini,
a-ha,
Wings,
Flash Fearless,
Graham Central Station,
Grey Daturas,
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp,
Desert Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
The Smiths,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
The J.B.'s,
Dave Gahan,
The Zeros,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.