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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Pop Group to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Normal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites,
Jerry's Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Von Mondo,
The Pretty Things,
Bizarre Inc.,
T. Rex,
Maurizio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Wyatt,
Subhumans,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantaleimon,
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
The Moleskins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
F. McDonald,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
Main Source,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Morten Harket,
Angry Samoans,
The Misunderstood,
Sparks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smoke,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
Schoolly D,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crime,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.