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 Spain and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rufus Thomas to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eli Mardock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cameo,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
Glenn Branca,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monks,
Harmonia,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
R.M.O.,
The Barracudas,
Darondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
Swans,
Camouflage,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fatback Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
X-Ray Spex,
World's Most,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
the Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Wolf Eyes,
Surgeon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maleditus Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
the Human League,
Pussy Galore,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.