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 China and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lindisfarne,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
Mr. Review,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo,
Max Romeo,
Cybotron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Harry Pussy,
Gang of Four,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
The Victims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Machine,
Jacob Miller,
The Birthday Party,
The Wake,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
FM Einheit,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Copeland,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
The Residents,
Althea and Donna,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Golliwogs,
Minutemen,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
Skarface,
The Stooges,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.