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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Smog,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wire,
The Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Tropical Tobacco,
D'Angelo,
Section 25,
The Busters,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funkadelic,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Cell,
10cc,
Crime,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Raincoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül II,
CMW,
Nico,
Letta Mbulu,
Tommy Roe,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
Fluxion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.