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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Bob Dylan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moody Blues,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doors,
June of 44,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
Visage,
The Motions,
Bill Near,
the Germs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Mills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
Y Pants,
Gerry Rafferty,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
Rakim,
The Happenings,
Whodini,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
The Techniques,
Royal Trux,
Ultra Naté,
The Searchers,
Robert Wyatt,
Jawbox,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
Thompson Twins,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
the Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
The Tremeloes,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.