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 Oman and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swans to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario 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?
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Zeros,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five,
Crime,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
Negative Approach,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Amazonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Goldenarms,
Radiohead,
Deakin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stereo Dub,
Rapeman,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pop Group,
The Motions,
Average White Band,
Bronski Beat,
Interpol,
Depeche Mode,
Glenn Branca,
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
David Axelrod,
Pagans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
Excepter,
The Martian,
Circle Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rod Modell,
The Skatalites,
Kurtis Blow,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.