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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jacques Brel to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Sheep,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Standells,
Technova,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Order,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
Minor Threat,
Hasil Adkins,
Connie Case,
Can,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
B.T. Express,
Fluxion,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
Dual Sessions,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Raincoats,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
The Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Blossom Toes,
Magazine,
Fat Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Stooges,
Josef K,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Fraelich,
Radio Birdman,
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
Deadbeat,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
Sällskapet,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.