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 Comoros and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
Jawbox,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
Jacques Brel,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
Soft Machine,
Lalann,
The Names,
Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Bill Near,
Eve St. Jones,
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
David Axelrod,
John Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lyres,
Funkadelic,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
Warren Ellis,
Cameo,
Lou Christie,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
Urselle,
the Association,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Dual Sessions,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
Mission of Burma,
The Pretty Things,
Clear Light,
Youth Brigade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.