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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Talk Talk to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Sight & Sound,
Icehouse,
The Durutti Column,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Clarke,
Lungfish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Buzzcocks,
Clear Light,
Half Japanese,
Harmonia,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
cv313,
Jandek,
Quantec,
Khruangbin,
Kayak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
The Zeros,
Television,
Visage,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deepchord,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magazine,
Al Stewart,
The Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy Collins,
Leonard Cohen,
the Sonics,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.