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 East Timor and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lyres to the disco 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Music Machine,
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh,
the Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
The Happenings,
Cameo,
Sandy B,
Tim Buckley,
The Gun Club,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
kango's stein massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Beau Brummels,
Icehouse,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
Hoover,
Tubeway Army,
Sun City Girls,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q65,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.