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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 The Durutti Column to the electroclash 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols 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 disco 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Parry Music,
X-101,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Kenny Larkin,
The Zeros,
The Gories,
Qualms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Animal Collective,
Warsaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fall,
Yaz,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
Accadde A,
Talk Talk,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
The Happenings,
John Cale,
Japan,
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skriet,
Bluetip,
DJ Style,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Schoolly D,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
The Litter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
UT,
X-102,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
Dave Gahan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Byrd,
The Motions,
The Blues Magoos,
AZ,
Deepchord,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.