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 Tunisia 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Newcleus 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection 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?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
Pantaleimon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Morten Harket,
The Index,
Roxette,
Eden Ahbez,
Nation of Ulysses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
The Fugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Martian,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Guru Guru,
H. Thieme,
ABC,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skriet,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
Ornette Coleman,
Infiniti,
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultimate Spinach,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
Bluetip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Order,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti,
Brass Construction,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boredoms,
Symarip,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
Yaz,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.