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 Tuvalu and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
Niagra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker,
Dual Sessions,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
Deepchord,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Busters,
Siglo XX,
Mr. Review,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Offenders,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band,
Flash Fearless,
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
Camberwell Now,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
Easy Going,
Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed,
The Star Department,
The Moody Blues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Laurel Aitken,
Wire,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster,
Radiohead,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
Heaven 17,
Ituana,
Janne Schatter,
Tommy Roe,
Average White Band,
The Cowsills,
Lightning Bolt,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.