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 Taiwan and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 John Holt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Visage,
Slave,
Graham Central Station,
Scrapy,
New Order,
Bill Wells,
Soul II Soul,
Black Moon,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
U.S. Maple,
The Smoke,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
The Last Poets,
Yusef Lateef,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ossler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
Michelle Simonal,
Echospace,
Moebius,
Moss Icon,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hot Snakes,
Amazonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hoover,
Byron Stingily,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy Collins,
Jandek,
The Vogues,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.