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 Namibia 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Nas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Desert Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Kerrie Biddell,
Talk Talk,
T.S.O.L.,
Charles Mingus,
Juan Atkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bauhaus,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
Excepter,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tom Boy,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
Suicide,
ABBA,
Goldenarms,
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
the Bar-Kays,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
Scrapy,
E-Dancer,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Livin' Joy,
The Modern Lovers,
Fear,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Starr,
Marcia Griffiths,
T. Rex,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.