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 Portugal and from London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bad Manners,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario,
Theoretical Girls,
Can,
Au Pairs,
Albert Ayler,
DNA,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fall,
Blossom Toes,
Minnie Riperton,
Swell Maps,
Country Teasers,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
Jacques Brel,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-Ray Spex,
Soulsonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker,
The Cowsills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Lower 48,
Quantec,
The Gap Band,
Hardrive,
cv313,
Roy Ayers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siglo XX,
Porter Ricks,
MDC,
Hasil Adkins,
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
Erykah Badu,
Yusef Lateef,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
Organ,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.