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 Burundi and from London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 The Smiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Supertramp,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
a-ha,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Slits,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
Rotary Connection,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
Hashim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
Agent Orange,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rekid,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
Television,
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Ultravox,
Howard Jones,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.