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 Austria and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mary Jane Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Smog,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quando Quango,
Buzzcocks,
Underground Resistance,
Minutemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skaos,
T. Rex,
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Zeros,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
Henry Cow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Pere Ubu,
The Standells,
Television,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids,
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Traffic Nightmare,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
Skarface,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Morten Harket,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Teasers,
Ultravox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Niagra,
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.