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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Music Machine to the techno 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ponytail,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
The Black Dice,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
Michelle Simonal,
The Toasters,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
Can,
Parry Music,
Lower 48,
Fugazi,
Hasil Adkins,
Hardrive,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.