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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Lindisfarne,
Main Source,
Magazine,
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
Al Stewart,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer,
Hardrive,
The Happenings,
Magma,
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
The Evens,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cal Tjader,
The Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Mo-Dettes,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
The Fall,
The Dirtbombs,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Green,
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Harry Pussy,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.