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 Comoros and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Charles Mingus,
Little Man,
Heaven 17,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
The Last Poets,
Sparks,
Chrome,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mummies,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sandy B,
Schoolly D,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
Flipper,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
Soul II Soul,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nirvana,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
Mad Mike,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moleskins,
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
EPMD,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick May,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
Jandek,
Ohio Players,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra,
Youth Brigade,
Sam Rivers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.