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 Cyprus and from London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Derrick May,
Youth Brigade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water,
Joe Finger,
The Barracudas,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Style,
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
The United States of America,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wings,
Minny Pops,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Essential Logic,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
Skriet,
Fat Boys,
Mr. Review,
OOIOO,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
The Move,
The Buckinghams,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
Hashim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
Accadde A,
Lindisfarne,
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez,
AZ,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.