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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Graham Central Station to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Morten Harket,
The Skatalites,
Chrome,
Angry Samoans,
Dawn Penn,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
The Associates,
Quando Quango,
Quadrant,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
Saccharine Trust,
Can,
Blake Baxter,
Babytalk,
Godley & Creme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
Unrelated Segments,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Josef K,
Ten City,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
Graham Central Station,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review,
The Angels of Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack,
Jawbox,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
The Beau Brummels,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.