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 Malaysia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Pere Ubu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Outsiders,
MDC,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heaven 17,
The Remains,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
B.T. Express,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
The Cramps,
Animal Collective,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Moon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
Silicon Teens,
Blossom Toes,
Au Pairs,
Radio Birdman,
Tim Buckley,
Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Grey Daturas,
Q65,
Lou Christie,
Faust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Sheep,
Fear,
Duran Duran,
Carl Craig,
Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Harmonia,
Kayak,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
Yellowson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
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.