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 Malawi and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Flag to the grunge 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
Mark Hollis,
Severed Heads,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantytec,
Grauzone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lower 48,
Shuggie Otis,
Brand Nubian,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
Patti Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Evens,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
Mo-Dettes,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
Unwound,
Nick Fraelich,
Danielle Patucci,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
Eli Mardock,
Newcleus,
The Kinks,
Fugazi,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
Letta Mbulu,
Supertramp,
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
Chrome,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Leonard Cohen,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.