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 Jordan and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Rites of Spring to the disco 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops 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?
Radio Birdman,
Motorama,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Real Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Ronan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pole,
10cc,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
Dual Sessions,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eli Mardock,
Quantec,
The Fugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Parry Music,
The Five Americans,
Piero Umiliani,
Yusef Lateef,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T. Rex,
Wire,
The Litter,
Nico,
The Saints,
Clear Light,
The Star Department,
Brick,
The Move,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Half Japanese,
LL Cool J,
New Order,
Todd Rundgren,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub,
Idris Muhammad,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.