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 Chad and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Fluxion to the techno 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
Aswad,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Kinks,
the Bar-Kays,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Howard Jones,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
Kas Product,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Monolake,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
Brass Construction,
Colin Newman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mars,
Roxy Music,
The Five Americans,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Scratch Acid,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
Tres Demented,
The Real Kids,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris Corsano,
Patti Smith,
Niagra,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.