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 Switzerland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roxy Music to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald 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 Alarm Clocks,
Tubeway Army,
Boredoms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yusef Lateef,
Moebius,
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
Todd Rundgren,
Q65,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visage,
Clear Light,
Althea and Donna,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
Ronan,
New York Dolls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
The American Breed,
June of 44,
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Niagra,
Intrusion,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Trojans,
Quantec,
Donald Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funkadelic,
Lower 48,
Audionom,
June Days,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.