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 Bahamas and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultimate Spinach to the techno 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Con Funk Shun,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deadbeat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABC,
AZ,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
The Leaves,
Easy Going,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pere Ubu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
Lakeside,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
Wolf Eyes,
Skarface,
Al Stewart,
Fatback Band,
the Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nirvana,
Babytalk,
Chrome,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.