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 Andorra and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
Al Stewart,
Interpol,
Arthur Verocai,
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Davy DMX,
Talk Talk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monks,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiohead,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Seeds,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Skatalites,
Kayak,
Subhumans,
Nils Olav,
Terry Callier,
The Names,
Boz Scaggs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aswad,
Eric Dolphy,
Vainqueur,
Robert Görl,
Robert Wyatt,
ABC,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick May,
Monks,
Charles Mingus,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.