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 Malawi and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 the Soft Cell to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
Interpol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
the Normal,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Schoolly D,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
Scion,
Yazoo,
the Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
Television Personalities,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Scan 7,
Warren Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Order,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Tom Boy,
The Doors,
The Moleskins,
a-ha,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faust,
The Martian,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.