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 Korea South and from London.
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 Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kenny Larkin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacques Brel,
John Foxx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Womack,
The Sound,
Negative Approach,
KRS-One,
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
Mo-Dettes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren,
Maurizio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal,
Brothers Johnson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
Arcadia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
Masters at Work,
Minutemen,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
Nico,
Flash Fearless,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.