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 San Marino and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Busters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smoke,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Janne Schatter,
New York Dolls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
Television Personalities,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
This Heat,
The Saints,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moody Blues,
Inner City,
Rotary Connection,
Amazonics,
Y Pants,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
Maleditus Sound,
Sixth Finger,
The Cowsills,
Oneida,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacques Brel,
The Doors,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
Can,
Kayak,
E-Dancer,
Stiv Bators,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
Vainqueur,
The Young Rascals,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang of Four,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Dolphy,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.