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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Sexual Harrassment to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
Michelle Simonal,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ornette Coleman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Groovy Waters,
Cecil Taylor,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Move,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fluxion,
The Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
The New Christs,
The Associates,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faraquet,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
the Germs,
The Fall,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
Pulsallama,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
Ossler,
New Order,
Deepchord,
The Names,
Black Sheep,
Colin Newman,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.