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 Nepal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sisters of Mercy 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tim Buckley,
Soul Sonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Joey Negro,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
Swell Maps,
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Pus,
Youth Brigade,
Country Teasers,
Circle Jerks,
Fear,
R.M.O.,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
The Evens,
Oblivians,
cv313,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Josef K,
The Stooges,
Boogie Down Productions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
Magma,
Duran Duran,
Desert Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.