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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 T.S.O.L. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers 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?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warren Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
Technova,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
Funky Four + One,
Mandrill,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Vogues,
June of 44,
Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Ossler,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Peter and Kerry,
Von Mondo,
Nas,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
Darondo,
The Stooges,
John Lydon,
Half Japanese,
Todd Terry,
Television,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Trojans,
Terry Callier,
Joy Division,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
Talk Talk,
Hoover,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
Symarip,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.