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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Christie to the disco 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Marmalade,
Brick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
The Red Krayola,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wasted Youth,
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
The United States of America,
Interpol,
Wally Richardson,
Average White Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
Roger Hodgson,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
Pulsallama,
Panda Bear,
Radio Birdman,
Main Source,
Urselle,
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
Lalann,
CMW,
The Black Dice,
Al Stewart,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Don Cherry,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Kinks,
Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks,
Neu!,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
The American Breed,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.