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 Accra.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül II,
John Holt,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
Eurythmics,
Organ,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Danielle Patucci,
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Basic Channel,
K-Klass,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
Popol Vuh,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
Visage,
Rites of Spring,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Rapeman,
The Last Poets,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
The Young Rascals,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.