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 Burundi and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Lille and Taipei.
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 arpeggiator 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 Talk Talk to the punk 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
The Sonics,
Visage,
Surgeon,
John Holt,
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
Eli Mardock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
Judy Mowatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
Lower 48,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
Tommy Roe,
Donny Hathaway,
Aaron Thompson,
Rotary Connection,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Wake,
JFA,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.