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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 David Axelrod to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jawbox,
UT,
Crispy Ambulance,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Bananas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
Morten Harket,
Don Cherry,
The Gladiators,
B.T. Express,
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blossom Toes,
The Kinks,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiohead,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Christie,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tomorrow,
Nico,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dennis Brown,
Bauhaus,
Television Personalities,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
Adolescents,
Black Moon,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.