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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
Lalann,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler,
10cc,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
Delta 5,
The Names,
Dark Day,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
Television,
Aaron Thompson,
AZ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
Siglo XX,
Suburban Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Tres Demented,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
New Age Steppers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake,
John Foxx,
Eurythmics,
Reagan Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
The Smiths,
the Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Move,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unwound,
Bauhaus,
The Selecter,
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magazine,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.