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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Underground Resistance to the disco 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Gap Band,
The Index,
Buzzcocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Underground Resistance,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
Babytalk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Malaria!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill,
The Misunderstood,
Morten Harket,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Standells,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
Graham Central Station,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scratch Acid,
Silicon Teens,
Pagans,
The Searchers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
Cabaret Voltaire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Surgeon,
Erasure,
Stereo Dub,
Juan Atkins,
The Five Americans,
Eric Copeland,
Circle Jerks,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.