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 Slovakia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
Fela Kuti,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
Quadrant,
Albert Ayler,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
Niagra,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
KRS-One,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
cv313,
Ossler,
Reagan Youth,
Rapeman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
the Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zero Boys,
Sällskapet,
Brass Construction,
Soul II Soul,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yellowson,
The Searchers,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yaz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
R.M.O.,
Kayak,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.