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 Venezuela and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 F. McDonald to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Happenings,
Japan,
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
Supertramp,
Harry Pussy,
Gong,
Ossler,
The Standells,
Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Pantaleimon,
Severed Heads,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare,
FM Einheit,
Index,
Parry Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
Kerri Chandler,
Stiv Bators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
Symarip,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deadbeat,
Camberwell Now,
Das Ding,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Dead Boys,
Darondo,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
The Zeros,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.