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 Ivory Coast and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marvin Gaye to the rap 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Duran Duran,
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
Young Marble Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
Panda Bear,
Darondo,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sight & Sound,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
Sandy B,
The Five Americans,
Terrestrial Tones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
The Knickerbockers,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.