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 Kosovo and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter and Kerry,
Young Marble Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Ultravox,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
The Real Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lucky Dragons,
the Germs,
The Red Krayola,
Junior Murvin,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Joyce Sims,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ice-T,
Buzzcocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Knickerbockers,
Magazine,
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can,
The Birthday Party,
the Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Whodini,
D'Angelo,
Ossler,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
The J.B.'s,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.