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 Japan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Dead Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Excepter,
Hoover,
Monolake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
The Music Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Trumans Water,
Bronski Beat,
Stereo Dub,
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultra Naté,
Little Man,
The Happenings,
New Order,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Supertramp,
John Holt,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
D'Angelo,
Slave,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Banda Bassotti,
H. Thieme,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
Franke,
Crime,
The Divine Comedy,
Rod Modell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
Symarip,
The New Christs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Main Source,
Ken Boothe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
Fela Kuti,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.