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 Sri Lanka and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Visage to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maurizio,
Lungfish,
Scion,
Buzzcocks,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
Delta 5,
Pantytec,
The Neon Judgement,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Pussy Galore,
Tres Demented,
Heaven 17,
The Toasters,
Peter & Gordon,
Terry Callier,
Arcadia,
B.T. Express,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cramps,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
Gang of Four,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Near,
Warsaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalann,
Grauzone,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
Derrick Morgan,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.