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 Australia and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Toni Rubio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Rekid,
Ornette Coleman,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals,
D'Angelo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Silicon Teens,
Supertramp,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anakelly,
Bob Dylan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chrome,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Kinks,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronan,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett,
Q65,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Red Krayola,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
The Angels of Light,
Whodini,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
Howard Jones,
The Residents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
Underground Resistance,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
B.T. Express,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
The Star Department,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.