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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Cale to the grime 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
Camberwell Now,
Negative Approach,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
Nico,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
UT,
10cc,
Black Flag,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pop Group,
Dual Sessions,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
the Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delta 5,
The Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Chrome,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
Godley & Creme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Busters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T. Rex,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.