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 Spain and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 cv313 to the techno 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxette,
Mo-Dettes,
Khruangbin,
Infiniti,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
K-Klass,
Das Ding,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
Gong,
The Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mojo Men,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blues Magoos,
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crime,
Danielle Patucci,
Simply Red,
The Beau Brummels,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Wings,
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warsaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
The Residents,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Audionom,
Essential Logic,
Theoretical Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Niagra,
Stetsasonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.