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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Oblivians to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter and Kerry,
Rod Modell,
Glenn Branca,
Cal Tjader,
MC5,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
The Last Poets,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiohead,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agent Orange,
The Young Rascals,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma,
Pagans,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
The Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxette,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Franke,
Fear,
Bad Manners,
Don Cherry,
One Last Wish,
ABBA,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
Cheater Slicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Make Up,
Ohio Players,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kenny Larkin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Gabor Szabo,
Surgeon,
Blake Baxter,
Magma,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.