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 Brunei and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Sherman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
Babytalk,
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
The Angels of Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Near,
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yazoo,
The Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Gong,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Byrd,
The Searchers,
Connie Case,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reagan Youth,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bronski Beat,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Motions,
Mars,
Warsaw,
Lakeside,
the Bar-Kays,
Youth Brigade,
the Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Roxette,
Brick,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
Juan Atkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.