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 France and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lalann to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Monolake,
Altered Images,
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Birthday Party,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
Theoretical Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
Pole,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
Kas Product,
Scrapy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Junior Murvin,
The Fortunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
cv313,
The Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Christie,
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke,
Stiv Bators,
the Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Graham Central Station,
Scan 7,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
The Cure,
KRS-One,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.