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 Samoa and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Association to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
DNA,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
Rosa Yemen,
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
Easy Going,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cluster,
Tim Buckley,
Index,
Motorama,
Warren Ellis,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
Icehouse,
Sparks,
Robert Wyatt,
Fluxion,
Eric Copeland,
Nik Kershaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
Mission of Burma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dennis Brown,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
Flipper,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Little Man,
Alton Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
Al Stewart,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Roxette,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boredoms,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.