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 Ukraine and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Patti Smith to the disco 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arab on Radar,
PIL,
Section 25,
The Move,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
the Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Underground Resistance,
June Days,
Bill Wells,
The Saints,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
B.T. Express,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brothers Johnson,
Vainqueur,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warsaw,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
Pierre Henry,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
Skriet,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.