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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Ash Ra Tempel 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Qualms,
Bad Manners,
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yaz,
Rekid,
Spoonie Gee,
Technova,
Sight & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
Essential Logic,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crooked Eye,
Unwound,
Bluetip,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oblivians,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alison Limerick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crime,
Suicide,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
Ultravox,
Hardrive,
Fugazi,
Blancmange,
Pussy Galore,
The Human League,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flipper,
The Durutti Column,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.