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 Bolivia 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
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 sitar 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 Jacques Brel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quadrant,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James White and The Blacks,
Schoolly D,
The Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Boredoms,
Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
Zero Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Star Department,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
Zapp,
Joensuu 1685,
Mars,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
FM Einheit,
Can,
Lou Christie,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Babytalk,
Khruangbin,
Lungfish,
The Kinks,
Funkadelic,
MDC,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
Fear,
Unwound,
Malaria!,
cv313,
The American Breed,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.