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 Palau and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Amon Düül to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
JFA,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
Pylon,
The Monks,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Dead Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bluetip,
Procol Harum,
In Retrospect,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Sherman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crime,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
Bang On A Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joyce Sims,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Y Pants,
Gabor Szabo,
Morten Harket,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sparks,
Lou Reed,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Wells,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalann,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.