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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wolf Eyes 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
The Evens,
Lou Reed,
The Mummies,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
The Durutti Column,
Flipper,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
Neu!,
Visage,
LL Cool J,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
H. Thieme,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Audionom,
Can,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Essential Logic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siglo XX,
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eurythmics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
Patti Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oneida,
Byron Stingily,
The Trojans,
MDC,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.