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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rap 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erykah Badu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moebius,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
the Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Moss Icon,
48th St. Collective,
Jandek,
New Order,
R.M.O.,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barrington Levy,
H. Thieme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
The Victims,
Niagra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Panda Bear,
The Toasters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bad Manners,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.