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 Chile 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Television to the jazz 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doors,
The Residents,
Darondo,
OOIOO,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alton Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
The Invisible,
The Golliwogs,
Sällskapet,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones,
The Count Five,
Urselle,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ohio Players,
The Music Machine,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
10cc,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Eric Dolphy,
Deadbeat,
Joe Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
Yaz,
Alison Limerick,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lakeside,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.