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 Brunei and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Lynne to the dance 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quantec,
Pantytec,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Mandrill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
Moebius,
The Leaves,
U.S. Maple,
The Fortunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gories,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thee Headcoats,
Talk Talk,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
Television,
Intrusion,
Malaria!,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harmonia,
Faraquet,
Colin Newman,
Suicide,
Tubeway Army,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
AZ,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp,
Rosa Yemen,
Blancmange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.