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 Korea South and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 X-101 to the funk 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
Kurtis Blow,
The Velvet Underground,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Khruangbin,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
Lower 48,
Howard Jones,
Dark Day,
EPMD,
The Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
Slave,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
PIL,
Lakeside,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grey Daturas,
Motorama,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
Television,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aloha Tigers,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.