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 Micronesia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pet Shop Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radio Birdman,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
David McCallum,
The Offenders,
H. Thieme,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Moss Icon,
Zero Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Smooth,
Mandrill,
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
The Trojans,
KRS-One,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül II,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
cv313,
Don Cherry,
Monolake,
Qualms,
Chris & Cosey,
The Saints,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Wolf Eyes,
U.S. Maple,
Supertramp,
Mission of Burma,
D'Angelo,
Schoolly D,
Derrick Morgan,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warren Ellis,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fortunes,
Excepter,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.