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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
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 Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suburban Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Animal Collective,
Interpol,
Amazonics,
MC5,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
Unwound,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke,
Hot Snakes,
Scientists,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Pylon,
Yazoo,
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young,
Alton Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
Moebius,
Intrusion,
Laurel Aitken,
The Trojans,
Zero Boys,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
the Fania All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Anthony Braxton,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.