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 Djibouti and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ponytail to the techno 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
Icehouse,
Popol Vuh,
Roxette,
Lakeside,
Los Fastidios,
Crash Course in Science,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Divine Comedy,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
Television,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
F. McDonald,
Sandy B,
The Wake,
Albert Ayler,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter & Gordon,
David McCallum,
Minutemen,
Terry Callier,
Al Stewart,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
LL Cool J,
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
Crooked Eye,
Accadde A,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
Underground Resistance,
Aural Exciters,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glenn Branca,
The Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains,
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Altered Images,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.