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 Burkina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 David McCallum to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Five Americans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
Bauhaus,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Selecter,
Minny Pops,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slackers,
Alison Limerick,
Kurtis Blow,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
Morten Harket,
Brothers Johnson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
Quantec,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
Joe Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
AZ,
MC5,
Malaria!,
Joy Division,
Yellowson,
Television,
the Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.