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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Can to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Steve Hackett,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
Scion,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
Amazonics,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monochrome Set,
X-102,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
Schoolly D,
Talk Talk,
Sarah Menescal,
Minutemen,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Offenders,
Ice-T,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Malaria!,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fuzztones,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
Mandrill,
K-Klass,
Spandau Ballet,
The New Christs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
Flash Fearless,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
Wasted Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
Hasil Adkins,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.