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 El Salvador and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Velvet Underground,
A Certain Ratio,
Donny Hathaway,
Blossom Toes,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
Ponytail,
Soul II Soul,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nico,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Funkadelic,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
Brick,
Motorama,
Bob Dylan,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
World's Most,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Little Man,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
Reuben Wilson,
The Tremeloes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eurythmics,
Roger Hodgson,
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
Eve St. Jones,
Ohio Players,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
Mission of Burma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Lydon,
Silicon Teens,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.