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 Samoa and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the dance 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
Liliput,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thee Headcoats,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
Bauhaus,
Outsiders,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sparks,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-Ray Spex,
Darondo,
Alison Limerick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Steve Hackett,
Cameo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Unrelated Segments,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
The Smiths,
The Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lakeside,
Black Pus,
Alice Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marine Girls,
David Axelrod,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.