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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Star Department to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shuggie Otis,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joy Division,
Laurel Aitken,
Archie Shepp,
The Offenders,
One Last Wish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
Blancmange,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
Joyce Sims,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
The Move,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mr. Review,
Harmonia,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
FM Einheit,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
The Five Americans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
June of 44,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.