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 United States 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Wolf Eyes to the disco 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
Yaz,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy Collins,
Faraquet,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
Crime,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bronski Beat,
Pierre Henry,
Flipper,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
Icehouse,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
Half Japanese,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
Pole,
Minutemen,
Amazonics,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
Stiv Bators,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Pere Ubu,
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
Franke,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.