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 Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Y Pants to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Swans,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
Fela Kuti,
The Mummies,
Jacques Brel,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Angels of Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
JFA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gong,
Minny Pops,
Faust,
Silicon Teens,
The Moleskins,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
Grey Daturas,
Radiohead,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
Liliput,
Jawbox,
Nick Fraelich,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
The Pop Group,
Magazine,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar,
Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
F. McDonald,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
Throbbing Gristle,
Main Source,
Pierre Henry,
Ohio Players,
Flash Fearless,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.