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 Antigua and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Quando Quango to the crunk 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Leaves,
Eurythmics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
Tommy Roe,
Kaleidoscope,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Trojans,
Peter and Kerry,
Idris Muhammad,
Cecil Taylor,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Crooked Eye,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
PIL,
Avey Tare,
Quando Quango,
MC5,
Connie Case,
Rosa Yemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay,
Little Man,
The Golliwogs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gap Band,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
The Blues Magoos,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.