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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Letta Mbulu to the funk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
Rufus Thomas,
Zero Boys,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Leaves,
Technova,
The Star Department,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
Fela Kuti,
John Lydon,
Accadde A,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne,
The Real Kids,
Boredoms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Essential Logic,
Main Source,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faust,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
Deepchord,
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Arab on Radar,
The Tremeloes,
T. Rex,
Y Pants,
Byron Stingily,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.