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 Algeria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mary Jane Girls to the punk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
Oneida,
Susan Cadogan,
Minny Pops,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faraquet,
The Remains,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
The Associates,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
Siglo XX,
The Trojans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
Cluster,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Leaves,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
Donny Hathaway,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
Skarface,
Moss Icon,
Cameo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
Minor Threat,
FM Einheit,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cymande,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
ABBA,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.