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 Cameroon and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Echospace 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Depeche Mode,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Anakelly,
Deepchord,
Hot Snakes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fuzztones,
The Remains,
Pierre Henry,
Letta Mbulu,
Intrusion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep,
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Deakin,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ice-T,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lindisfarne,
Kurtis Blow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q65,
ABC,
Heaven 17,
Los Fastidios,
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gichy Dan,
Quando Quango,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
Camouflage,
The Seeds,
The Gladiators,
John Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Essential Logic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Pus,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.