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 Moldova and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Gichy Dan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Newcleus,
DJ Style,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
The Monochrome Set,
Interpol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Real Kids,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
The Smoke,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels,
Shoche,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-102,
Nirvana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bad Manners,
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
Monolake,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
Joyce Sims,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
David McCallum,
Monks,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Byrd,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Wake,
Pussy Galore,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
Charles Mingus,
Country Teasers,
Scion,
Duran Duran,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.