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 United Kingdom and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Royal Family And The Poor,
AZ,
Bluetip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reagan Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
Negative Approach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alison Limerick,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
Crooked Eye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mo-Dettes,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Youth Brigade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Man Parrish,
Main Source,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
Camouflage,
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
Audionom,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
Quadrant,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
Depeche Mode,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
The J.B.'s,
Ituana,
The Invisible,
Anakelly,
the Germs,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T. Rex,
Amazonics,
Procol Harum,
Stetsasonic,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.