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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 MDC to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cowsills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Rotary Connection,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
The Searchers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
Fear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Severed Heads,
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
K-Klass,
Los Fastidios,
The Pop Group,
Theoretical Girls,
John Holt,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
L. Decosne,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
X-101,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
Schoolly D,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.