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 Romania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
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 mellotron 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 rock 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Black Pus,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Invisible,
Freddie Wadling,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
Funkadelic,
Archie Shepp,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
These Immortal Souls,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronnie Foster,
The Happenings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Jacob Miller,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Finger,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
Surgeon,
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
Q65,
Radiopuhelimet,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
New Order,
the Soft Cell,
Nas,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.