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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Circle Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Finger,
Eurythmics,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Almond,
Chrome,
Grauzone,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blues Magoos,
Nas,
Fugazi,
Pussy Galore,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moss Icon,
The Fall,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
Thompson Twins,
Deakin,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
Saccharine Trust,
Jandek,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Main Source,
Ponytail,
The Monochrome Set,
Howard Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
JFA,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
Darondo,
Clear Light,
Duran Duran,
Roxette,
Ten City,
The Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.