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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Bobby Hutcherson 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Parry Music,
Mo-Dettes,
FM Einheit,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy Collins,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers,
Sandy B,
Saccharine Trust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Association,
Crooked Eye,
Kenny Larkin,
Popol Vuh,
Section 25,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
The Residents,
Second Layer,
Spandau Ballet,
John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Magazine,
This Heat,
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
Ponytail,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Christie,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
Animal Collective,
Desert Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.