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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Lakeside to the rock 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Motions,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Techniques,
Kayak,
Jawbox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
E-Dancer,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalann,
Vladislav Delay,
Wasted Youth,
Ice-T,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispian St. Peters,
T. Rex,
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pop Group,
Marmalade,
Agent Orange,
The Misunderstood,
Pantaleimon,
Supertramp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Inner City,
The Fuzztones,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
Barrington Levy,
the Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minor Threat,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.