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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kevin Saunderson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
The Buckinghams,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman,
Yaz,
Godley & Creme,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flash Fearless,
Throbbing Gristle,
Porter Ricks,
The Count Five,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
UT,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cymande,
Colin Newman,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
Crime,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
Lebanon Hanover,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Eve St. Jones,
Rekid,
Todd Terry,
Half Japanese,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.