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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Pagans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Inner City,
The Fortunes,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
Pantaleimon,
The United States of America,
Maurizio,
Niagra,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
The Tremeloes,
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camouflage,
Jeff Lynne,
Grey Daturas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zero Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gap Band,
The Residents,
The Dirtbombs,
Circle Jerks,
Main Source,
The Durutti Column,
Dark Day,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
Wasted Youth,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
48th St. Collective,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.