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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jandek to the electroclash 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
Interpol,
Q65,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Buzzcocks,
Joyce Sims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
The Five Americans,
Trumans Water,
New York Dolls,
DJ Sneak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cybotron,
Todd Terry,
Swans,
Tres Demented,
Barbara Tucker,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
Blossom Toes,
World's Most,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
Urselle,
Model 500,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
Gerry Rafferty,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Yellowson,
Steve Hackett,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
Moby Grape,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
John Holt,
Parry Music,
Jeff Mills,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.