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 New Zealand and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lyres 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
The Seeds,
John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
Swans,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kurtis Blow,
John Holt,
Circle Jerks,
Average White Band,
The Fugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unwound,
X-101,
Rapeman,
Connie Case,
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Half Japanese,
Mad Mike,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Finger,
Ludus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pop Group,
Moss Icon,
Black Sheep,
Anthony Braxton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
The Blackbyrds,
The Busters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.