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 Nauru and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Maurizio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cure,
E-Dancer,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Basic Channel,
Slave,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers,
David McCallum,
The New Christs,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fuzztones,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Görl,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Franke,
Surgeon,
Scan 7,
10cc,
The Doors,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
Althea and Donna,
Alison Limerick,
Pylon,
Lower 48,
Tubeway Army,
Scrapy,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
Robert Hood,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
The American Breed,
Parry Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Almond,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.