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 Albania and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 The Toasters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lungfish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slick Rick,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Pere Ubu,
Goldenarms,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
R.M.O.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Metal Thangz,
Silicon Teens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantaleimon,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anakelly,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
The Leaves,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Qualms,
Adolescents,
Delta 5,
Warsaw,
Masters at Work,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Niagra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
Eve St. Jones,
Henry Cow,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boz Scaggs,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
Jawbox,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.