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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Minutemen to the techno 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Litter,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers,
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
Scientists,
Lou Christie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Lydon,
Henry Cow,
MC5,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
a-ha,
Erasure,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crooked Eye,
10cc,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
Gong,
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
The United States of America,
Rod Modell,
Zapp,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
Robert Wyatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.