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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
Byron Stingily,
Flamin' Groovies,
R.M.O.,
Main Source,
Sarah Menescal,
The Leaves,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Negative Approach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
Babytalk,
Pulsallama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
JFA,
Maurizio,
David Axelrod,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage,
Sugar Minott,
Gong,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television Personalities,
Peter & Gordon,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alison Limerick,
Morten Harket,
Q65,
Interpol,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
The Smiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.