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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
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 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
FM Einheit,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
The Beau Brummels,
Jandek,
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
Suburban Knight,
Sparks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
Alison Limerick,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cluster,
The Victims,
Minny Pops,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Loose Ends,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Byrd,
Warsaw,
Susan Cadogan,
The Invisible,
Lou Christie,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Hill,
Youth Brigade,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
Davy DMX,
Hot Snakes,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
Blancmange,
The Gap Band,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.