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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Pantytec to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
Visage,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
Index,
Fat Boys,
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Royal Trux,
La Düsseldorf,
Deepchord,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Little Man,
Alton Ellis,
The Dead C,
Arcadia,
New York Dolls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Mr. Review,
Carl Craig,
Desert Stars,
Anakelly,
Audionom,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
The Doors,
Public Enemy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MC5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.