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 South Sudan and from New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Angry Samoans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
David Bowie,
F. McDonald,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
Radio Birdman,
A Certain Ratio,
Harmonia,
Model 500,
ABBA,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pop Group,
Gabor Szabo,
Fugazi,
the Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispy Ambulance,
Max Romeo,
B.T. Express,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bush Tetras,
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tommy Roe,
Parry Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
The Dead C,
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
Funky Four + One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
Stetsasonic,
Procol Harum,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.