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 Poland and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mummies,
The Names,
John Foxx,
Scan 7,
Q and Not U,
Tommy Roe,
Archie Shepp,
Desert Stars,
Zapp,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q65,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
CMW,
Index,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
New Age Steppers,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Barracudas,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
Radiopuhelimet,
Charles Mingus,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
Kayak,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Outsiders,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.