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 Slovakia and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Magazine 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Sex Pistols,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
Intrusion,
The Gories,
Japan,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
Lakeside,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
Sound Behaviour,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Warren Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
the Germs,
Yellowson,
Gang of Four,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
Brick,
The Vogues,
Glenn Branca,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cluster,
Bush Tetras,
Suicide,
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
The Index,
Robert Hood,
Agent Orange,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.