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 Bahrain and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Accadde A 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Franke,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
Excepter,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultravox,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
The Selecter,
Theoretical Girls,
Symarip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Slick Rick,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eli Mardock,
Section 25,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
The American Breed,
FM Einheit,
Mandrill,
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
Funky Four + One,
Infiniti,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet,
Babytalk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
The Sound,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
Procol Harum,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White 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.