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 Belize and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Associates to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Oneida,
H. Thieme,
Easy Going,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Almond,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blackbyrds,
MDC,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
Deakin,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reagan Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Procol Harum,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
Von Mondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
Tomorrow,
Television,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Fraelich,
Camberwell Now,
The Evens,
The United States of America,
Connie Case,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Newcleus,
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
Echospace,
Qualms,
Blossom Toes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül II,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod,
Babytalk,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.