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 Moldova and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Flamin' Groovies to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Wake,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
Warsaw,
Pantaleimon,
Vladislav Delay,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blancmange,
Stockholm Monsters,
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
A Certain Ratio,
Lebanon Hanover,
T. Rex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heaven 17,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
Isaac Hayes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
The Gories,
Soft Machine,
Scrapy,
Das Ding,
The Buckinghams,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Scientists,
Brick,
Peter and Kerry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Human League,
Sparks,
The Pop Group,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Real Kids,
Massinfluence,
Visage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
Soulsonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.