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 Estonia 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bluetip to the rock 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
Second Layer,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
Intrusion,
Harmonia,
The Smiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma,
Mars,
The Kinks,
Slave,
Scrapy,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
Das Ding,
Prince Buster,
Thompson Twins,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Lydon,
Joey Negro,
Judy Mowatt,
Technova,
Derrick May,
Flipper,
The Sound,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.