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 Serbia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rap 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Gastr Del Sol,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
Nirvana,
Angry Samoans,
Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Bauhaus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
JFA,
Bluetip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sixth Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
The Names,
Average White Band,
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
Dark Day,
New Order,
Smog,
Soul II Soul,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.