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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Delon & Dalcan to the punk 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Lucky Dragons,
Royal Trux,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
Mr. Review,
Outsiders,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
Public Image Ltd.,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
The Sound,
DNA,
The Wake,
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
Monks,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Halsall,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
Black Pus,
Technova,
Scientists,
The Last Poets,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Interpol,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
MC5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
One Last Wish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.