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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Modern Lovers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
Deepchord,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
the Association,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Stooges,
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
The Names,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gichy Dan,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Saccharine Trust,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
World's Most,
ABC,
Delta 5,
H. Thieme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacques Brel,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doors,
The Busters,
Excepter,
Kurtis Blow,
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad,
Warren Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MDC,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.