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 East Timor and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Minutemen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
X-101,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terry Callier,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Delta 5,
Black Pus,
The Wake,
Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Section 25,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crooked Eye,
The Monochrome Set,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Michelle Simonal,
Television Personalities,
Tubeway Army,
Roxette,
Skriet,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
Harry Pussy,
Ultra Naté,
T. Rex,
Pantytec,
Desert Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül II,
Au Pairs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joensuu 1685,
Magazine,
10cc,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Make Up,
MC5,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.