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 Liberia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Audionom to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall,
T.S.O.L.,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
Slave,
Oneida,
Lungfish,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxette,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO,
The Raincoats,
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
Magma,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Green,
K-Klass,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
Fluxion,
Thee Headcoats,
Max Romeo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
The New Christs,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Near,
Chrome,
Howard Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Fatback Band,
Fad Gadget,
Skarface,
John Holt,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.