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 Georgia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Technova to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
June of 44,
Negative Approach,
Magazine,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Khruangbin,
The Offenders,
Joensuu 1685,
Deepchord,
Niagra,
The Happenings,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
Supertramp,
Eden Ahbez,
Pagans,
Lyres,
The Motions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Nico,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABBA,
Letta Mbulu,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
Agent Orange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
AZ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Style,
The Gap Band,
Nas,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.