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 Ireland and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Darondo to the punk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Beau Brummels,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
Gong,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deadbeat,
Interpol,
Newcleus,
Symarip,
Hasil Adkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Absolute Body Control,
The Evens,
EPMD,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
The Birthday Party,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scan 7,
Sound Behaviour,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Christie,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
Mr. Review,
PIL,
Sun Ra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Bronski Beat,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads,
Jacques Brel,
Yaz,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.