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 Madagascar 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Soulsonic Force to the techno 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Invisible,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Roxette,
Albert Ayler,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
Black Bananas,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Skarface,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
48th St. Collective,
MDC,
Make Up,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rekid,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Finger,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
cv313,
Television Personalities,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Kinks,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
The Real Kids,
The Associates,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.