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 Iraq and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Real Kids to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Audionom,
Lucky Dragons,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moody Blues,
The Residents,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators,
Loose Ends,
Adolescents,
Unrelated Segments,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dead C,
Supertramp,
Au Pairs,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
Davy DMX,
Malaria!,
Bobby Sherman,
Hashim,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
Skarface,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
The Motions,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Model 500,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
Metal Thangz,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.