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 Nepal and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
Clear Light,
Basic Channel,
Simply Red,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
Television,
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
Motorama,
T. Rex,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
DNA,
The Offenders,
Al Stewart,
Mo-Dettes,
Heaven 17,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
Ralphi Rosario,
Interpol,
Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Minor Threat,
Livin' Joy,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
Blancmange,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
The Litter,
Funky Four + One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nas,
The Mojo Men,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.