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 Denmark and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Blossom Toes to the dance 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quadrant,
Fluxion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
D'Angelo,
Yaz,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye,
Bad Manners,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
June Days,
Ten City,
Jacques Brel,
Panda Bear,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
Vainqueur,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
Fat Boys,
Stetsasonic,
10cc,
Gabor Szabo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kas Product,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
Guru Guru,
Henry Cow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Birthday Party,
John Cale,
Lalann,
The Sonics,
Maurizio,
The Vogues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Malaria!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.