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 Vietnam and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 The Misunderstood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
Hashim,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
Siglo XX,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thompson Twins,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
Rekid,
The Sonics,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
Toni Rubio,
The Skatalites,
New Order,
D'Angelo,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
Talk Talk,
The Pop Group,
EPMD,
Unwound,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ossler,
John Foxx,
Dave Gahan,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
Cameo,
ABBA,
Neu!,
The Stooges,
Public Enemy,
Black Moon,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra,
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slackers,
Stetsasonic,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.