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 Ukraine 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mark Hollis to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxette,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Model 500,
The Selecter,
Monks,
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
Bush Tetras,
Ultravox,
Faraquet,
Byron Stingily,
Q65,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Essential Logic,
Quadrant,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
The United States of America,
Suicide,
Liliput,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tommy Roe,
Schoolly D,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Stooges,
Gong,
Wolf Eyes,
Harry Pussy,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
The Offenders,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.