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 Nauru and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 ABC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
John Foxx,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang On A Can,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
Amazonics,
Masters at Work,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
Lou Reed,
Whodini,
Smog,
DNA,
Avey Tare,
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
Quantec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
Maurizio,
Joey Negro,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
Deadbeat,
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers,
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Finger,
The Skatalites,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Lydon,
Rites of Spring,
Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
The Misunderstood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.