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 Iraq and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jawbox to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Qualms,
Marc Almond,
Amazonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Last Poets,
Henry Cow,
Mars,
the Swans,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
B.T. Express,
The Monochrome Set,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
Deakin,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Fraelich,
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
Joy Division,
Model 500,
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gap Band,
The Monks,
Max Romeo,
Ohio Players,
Deadbeat,
Inner City,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Surgeon,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.