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 Germany and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Jacques Brel to the crunk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
Masters at Work,
Eli Mardock,
Josef K,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quando Quango,
Deadbeat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
John Foxx,
Fat Boys,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
Soul II Soul,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
The Pretty Things,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Symarip,
The Martian,
Brick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Organ,
Pagans,
Quadrant,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
Tim Buckley,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
Al Stewart,
Silicon Teens,
Ice-T,
X-102,
The Gladiators,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sound,
DNA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.