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 Kenya and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 New York Dolls to the dance 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Standells,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slits,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dark Day,
Basic Channel,
Don Cherry,
Mars,
Maurizio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Black Dice,
Bob Dylan,
Lyres,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca,
Cecil Taylor,
Anakelly,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
Pylon,
Tres Demented,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
In Retrospect,
Suburban Knight,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
Tears for Fears,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Sherman,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gap Band,
Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Green,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
LL Cool J,
MDC,
The J.B.'s,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
E-Dancer,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies,
Can,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.