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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Q and Not U to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chrome,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Metal Thangz,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade,
Agent Orange,
Bush Tetras,
The Wake,
Kurtis Blow,
ABBA,
Toni Rubio,
The Residents,
Sugar Minott,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Juan Atkins,
The J.B.'s,
Roxette,
Jerry's Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rekid,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arcadia,
Negative Approach,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
Sex Pistols,
Icehouse,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
B.T. Express,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Erykah Badu,
Eurythmics,
Hashim,
Leonard Cohen,
Magma,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.