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 Tonga and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Moss Icon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
Ten City,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Ossler,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
Brick,
Bill Wells,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
Crime,
Outsiders,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
OOIOO,
The Smoke,
Joey Negro,
Suicide,
The Techniques,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
Isaac Hayes,
Visage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Darondo,
a-ha,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
The United States of America,
The Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Franke,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
Maurizio,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
Bob Dylan,
Stetsasonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Whodini,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.