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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Robert Görl to the rock 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Shadows of Knight,
Swans,
JFA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
Judy Mowatt,
Intrusion,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
Agent Orange,
L. Decosne,
Dark Day,
Magma,
Kas Product,
Quadrant,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
One Last Wish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hardrive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Main Source,
Circle Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slackers,
The Durutti Column,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
Duran Duran,
John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Organ,
Metal Thangz,
Scan 7,
The J.B.'s,
Supertramp,
Yellowson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
Pierre Henry,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
Moebius,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Saints,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.