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 Germany and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Jawbox to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
Massinfluence,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Main Source,
Yellowson,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
John Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Invisible,
The Motions,
Wire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
The Busters,
the Sonics,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
LL Cool J,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Ronan,
Mandrill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tom Boy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mummies,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
The Cure,
Albert Ayler,
Kayak,
Saccharine Trust,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.