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 Estonia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Tears for Fears to the rock 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Scan 7,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hoover,
Cymande,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
Electric Prunes,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
Second Layer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
Erasure,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
Nik Kershaw,
Magazine,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Ossler,
Mantronix,
The Martian,
The Fuzztones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
Make Up,
The Five Americans,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
Eddi Front,
Wire,
John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.