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 Ireland 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Theoretical Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Jerry's Kids,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hot Snakes,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
Marc Almond,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
the Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lakeside,
Aswad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
The Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
Infiniti,
Lungfish,
Archie Shepp,
Dave Gahan,
cv313,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Young Marble Giants,
The New Christs,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hoover,
Faust,
Derrick Morgan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
The Count Five,
June Days,
Donny Hathaway,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Fela Kuti,
Moby Grape,
Boredoms,
Stetsasonic,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.