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 Belize and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donald Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Niagra,
The Count Five,
Ossler,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Joe Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cheater Slicks,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
Bill Near,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
H. Thieme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
Connie Case,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Finger,
The Residents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
Youth Brigade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Oneida,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.