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 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the techno 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Dark Day,
Audionom,
Agent Orange,
Junior Murvin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
Average White Band,
The Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echospace,
The United States of America,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Finger,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
The Human League,
Parry Music,
Soul II Soul,
Camouflage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro,
Minor Threat,
The Zeros,
The Misunderstood,
Aural Exciters,
Archie Shepp,
Aloha Tigers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
Blancmange,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index,
Magma,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.