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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Heaven 17 to the electroclash 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Morten Harket,
Henry Cow,
UT,
T.S.O.L.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fluxion,
Monolake,
Brand Nubian,
Sonic Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
Adolescents,
Kurtis Blow,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
Glenn Branca,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
Liliput,
Lower 48,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
Scion,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Moon,
Faraquet,
Marc Almond,
The Cure,
Echospace,
KRS-One,
The Blues Magoos,
Bad Manners,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drexciya,
Charles Mingus,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
Pantytec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
In Retrospect,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.