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 Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gil Scott Heron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deakin,
Country Teasers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Carl Craig,
Lalann,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tres Demented,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker,
Alphaville,
X-Ray Spex,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
48th St. Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
the Human League,
Harry Pussy,
The Searchers,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.