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 Liechtenstein 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Godley & Creme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Freddie Wadling,
Oneida,
Ponytail,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Sun City Girls,
Colin Newman,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
KRS-One,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
Talk Talk,
Fluxion,
The Fall,
Shoche,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
Ludus,
The Mojo Men,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ornette Coleman,
Interpol,
The Gories,
The Smoke,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
Lyres,
Faraquet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Lynne,
Sparks,
Reuben Wilson,
Tom Boy,
Stiv Bators,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Christie,
X-Ray Spex,
Tears for Fears,
Moss Icon,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.