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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Hoover to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
Magazine,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong,
Avey Tare,
Black Pus,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
Prince Buster,
Nico,
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
The Searchers,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Womack,
Ten City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scion,
Average White Band,
Bill Wells,
X-Ray Spex,
The Leaves,
The Blackbyrds,
Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
Eurythmics,
Sound Behaviour,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dawn Penn,
Q65,
The Smoke,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
Al Stewart,
Agent Orange,
Rufus Thomas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.