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 San Marino and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Pet Shop Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tom Boy,
Hot Snakes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Barracudas,
Cybotron,
China Crisis,
Deepchord,
The Motions,
Chrome,
Janne Schatter,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Sheep,
Marvin Gaye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Babytalk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
Adolescents,
Porter Ricks,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton,
Alison Limerick,
The Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
Funkadelic,
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.