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 Norway and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 a-ha to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
Nils Olav,
Silicon Teens,
Gong,
The Sonics,
The Busters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Pere Ubu,
The Count Five,
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Aural Exciters,
Make Up,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald,
cv313,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
The Evens,
Byron Stingily,
Ornette Coleman,
Quando Quango,
Man Eating Sloth,
DNA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
Procol Harum,
Cybotron,
The J.B.'s,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye,
The Misunderstood,
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fugazi,
Guru Guru,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
Minny Pops,
The Knickerbockers,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.