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 Guatemala and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Blancmange 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
U.S. Maple,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Görl,
June Days,
Masters at Work,
X-102,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Fraelich,
Alton Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hoover,
Eddi Front,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
Pantytec,
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
Accadde A,
Pantaleimon,
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Wyatt,
Marmalade,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Copeland,
Terry Callier,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
Amon Düül,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oneida,
Morten Harket,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lucky Dragons,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young,
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Bourne,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.