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 Poland and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Alphaville to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
Brass Construction,
Man Parrish,
The Kinks,
Half Japanese,
John Lydon,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Kool Moe Dee,
UT,
China Crisis,
Funky Four + One,
Blancmange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
Wings,
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
Infiniti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Yusef Lateef,
These Immortal Souls,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moss Icon,
La Düsseldorf,
Yazoo,
Moebius,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry,
LL Cool J,
Rapeman,
Monks,
kango's stein massive,
The Gun Club,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monochrome Set,
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.