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 Taiwan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slave to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Swans,
Urselle,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heaven 17,
Don Cherry,
Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
the Normal,
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon,
KRS-One,
Pantytec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum,
John Lydon,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
Accadde A,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
Japan,
Bobby Sherman,
Guru Guru,
Glenn Branca,
Sandy B,
Mandrill,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Symarip,
Rekid,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls,
The Move,
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.