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 Botswana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Echospace to the punk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Severed Heads,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents,
Quando Quango,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Main Source,
The Wake,
Livin' Joy,
Hot Snakes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
Hoover,
Bush Tetras,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
Siglo XX,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fuzztones,
EPMD,
Hardrive,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
Loose Ends,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flash Fearless,
LL Cool J,
Blancmange,
The Tremeloes,
The Slits,
Skaos,
Byron Stingily,
Eve St. Jones,
Panda Bear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Holt,
Black Sheep,
Scientists,
Todd Rundgren,
PIL,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.