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 Cameroon 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Pantaleimon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock 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?
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat,
Fear,
Unwound,
Terry Callier,
The Cramps,
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oneida,
Desert Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Swans,
Lower 48,
Hasil Adkins,
Grey Daturas,
Ken Boothe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Bill Wells,
Lyres,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Osbourne,
PIL,
The Pop Group,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
Cymande,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
Sound Behaviour,
10cc,
Goldenarms,
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mark Hollis,
Grauzone,
The United States of America,
Erykah Badu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scrapy,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Teasers,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.