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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 punk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Schoolly D,
Donald Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
Scientists,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
Supertramp,
The Cramps,
Morten Harket,
Fluxion,
Goldenarms,
Scratch Acid,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dead Boys,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
Girls At Our Best!,
Buzzcocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators,
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bluetip,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minny Pops,
Jeru the Damaja,
Depeche Mode,
Wasted Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.