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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eden Ahbez to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
Porter Ricks,
The Standells,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum,
The Slackers,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Residents,
The Sound,
Simply Red,
The Gap Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
10cc,
The Gun Club,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway,
Bluetip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dual Sessions,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
Joe Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Donald Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
The Smiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Minutemen,
Terry Callier,
Throbbing Gristle,
Parry Music,
The Happenings,
Matthew Bourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fad Gadget,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
Reagan Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
Q65,
Mission of Burma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
Buzzcocks,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.