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 Nigeria and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Iggy Pop to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
Prince Buster,
Mark Hollis,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bluetip,
Dave Gahan,
The Smiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Hoover,
R.M.O.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris Corsano,
the Sonics,
New York Dolls,
James White and The Blacks,
Dennis Brown,
The Searchers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pere Ubu,
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound,
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
The Zeros,
Loose Ends,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oneida,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Offenders,
Ituana,
The Invisible,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
Tim Buckley,
Bang On A Can,
Darondo,
Average White Band,
Section 25,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.