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 Brunei and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Franke to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav,
Donald Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxette,
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nas,
In Retrospect,
JFA,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Judy Mowatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Green,
Juan Atkins,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smiths,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
Brick,
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
Cameo,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thompson Twins,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
Rekid,
Rod Modell,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Echospace,
New York Dolls,
The Moleskins,
New Order,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Music Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
Ultravox,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.