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 Finland and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scion to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
Wolf Eyes,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter and Kerry,
Aural Exciters,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
Roger Hodgson,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skaos,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
The Knickerbockers,
Sam Rivers,
Blossom Toes,
Sight & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Khruangbin,
Laurel Aitken,
Reuben Wilson,
Intrusion,
Can,
Ossler,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
One Last Wish,
The New Christs,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
L. Decosne,
T. Rex,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arab on Radar,
Slave,
Livin' Joy,
Rekid,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
Blancmange,
Altered Images,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.