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 Djibouti and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Dennis Brown to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
Soulsonic Force,
Monolake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fela Kuti,
Eurythmics,
Suicide,
The American Breed,
ABC,
Grauzone,
Masters at Work,
The Mojo Men,
DNA,
Slick Rick,
Cymande,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Red Krayola,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad,
Lyres,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
The Standells,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
a-ha,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy,
the Association,
These Immortal Souls,
Moby Grape,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Newcleus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
Darondo,
Das Ding,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.