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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 The Invisible to the crunk 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Mo-Dettes,
Echospace,
Lower 48,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
Drexciya,
Stetsasonic,
Sugar Minott,
Neu!,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fugs,
Bobby Womack,
The Gladiators,
ABC,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ossler,
Connie Case,
The Count Five,
The Golliwogs,
AZ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
10cc,
Gang Starr,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
Panda Bear,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mars,
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai,
Soulsonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
The Invisible,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warren Ellis,
Deadbeat,
The Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
DJ Style,
The Cramps,
Skarface,
Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
Duran Duran,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.