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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Can,
Rites of Spring,
The Monks,
The Star Department,
The Seeds,
AZ,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
Howard Jones,
Jandek,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Green,
Colin Newman,
The Cramps,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
Talk Talk,
Grauzone,
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
Jeff Lynne,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
Magma,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Bourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
Masters at Work,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Janne Schatter,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
Visage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Agitation Free,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Victims,
Nas,
Marvin Gaye,
Fear,
The Toasters,
H. Thieme,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rod Modell,
The Saints,
Lakeside,
Barry Ungar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.