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 Venezuela and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 John Cale to the dance 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Chrome,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
Lalann,
Andrew Hill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jandek,
The Smoke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
Severed Heads,
Bluetip,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
L. Decosne,
New Order,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Buzzcocks,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camouflage,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
Thompson Twins,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
ABBA,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.