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 Australia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Siglo XX to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
Bluetip,
Moss Icon,
Kurtis Blow,
Barry Ungar,
Cluster,
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
The Toasters,
Erasure,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
Judy Mowatt,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doors,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mars,
The New Christs,
Dark Day,
Monks,
The Offenders,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
Rosa Yemen,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monolake,
Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can,
Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
Pagans,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.