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 New Zealand and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Fad Gadget to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sparks,
Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Adolescents,
New Order,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joy Division,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
MC5,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
Nick Fraelich,
Tropical Tobacco,
Guru Guru,
The Smoke,
The Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang On A Can,
The Residents,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kas Product,
Robert Wyatt,
Faraquet,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
Masters at Work,
Nik Kershaw,
Pussy Galore,
The Toasters,
The Move,
Cymande,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.