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 Papua New Guinea 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Kayak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Music Machine,
Scientists,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
Panda Bear,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wire,
Nirvana,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
H. Thieme,
Liliput,
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu,
Alphaville,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacques Brel,
The Gladiators,
The Angels of Light,
Heaven 17,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry's Kids,
Nas,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.