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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Rod Modell to the jazz 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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
Skaos,
Wings,
Robert Hood,
Arab on Radar,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maurizio,
Black Pus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lyres,
Talk Talk,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxy Music,
Clear Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moss Icon,
Spandau Ballet,
Boz Scaggs,
PIL,
Amon Düül,
Monolake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wire,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
Henry Cow,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Bar-Kays,
Erykah Badu,
Moebius,
Josef K,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DNA,
Average White Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
Tears for Fears,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.