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 France and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Doors to the dance 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans 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?
Amazonics,
The Cure,
Absolute Body Control,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
Arab on Radar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
Angry Samoans,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes,
Agent Orange,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Halsall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
The Kinks,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
Joyce Sims,
Kayak,
Hasil Adkins,
Flipper,
Siglo XX,
World's Most,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Darondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pet Shop Boys,
B.T. Express,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
Juan Atkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deepchord,
Faraquet,
Bluetip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Wake,
Alphaville,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak,
Nas,
Idris Muhammad,
Model 500,
The Residents,
Yaz,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
Talk Talk,
The Move,
The Associates,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.