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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Dawn Penn 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun City Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
X-101,
Jandek,
Flipper,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
OOIOO,
Sarah Menescal,
New Age Steppers,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hot Snakes,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Count Five,
Bill Near,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
Ten City,
Kayak,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
Animal Collective,
Whodini,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ponytail,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
Mantronix,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
Yazoo,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
Sugar Minott,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.