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 Tajikistan and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grey Daturas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siglo XX,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
Fluxion,
Black Pus,
The Last Poets,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Wells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
the Slits,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
Newcleus,
The Buckinghams,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Skriet,
Dawn Penn,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
Barrington Levy,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Freddie Wadling,
Stereo Dub,
Dave Gahan,
The Red Krayola,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.