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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 cv313 to the electroclash 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Gap Band,
the Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Wells,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
Iggy Pop,
Parry Music,
Lower 48,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
The Count Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brand Nubian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minutemen,
Vainqueur,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pierre Henry,
Au Pairs,
Oblivians,
Interpol,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
Pagans,
Neu!,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
Joyce Sims,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Sherman,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kurtis Blow,
Roger Hodgson,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.