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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Mummies to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Glenn Branca,
June of 44,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
MDC,
Skarface,
Brass Construction,
The Cure,
Iggy Pop,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Raincoats,
Erykah Badu,
Magma,
Bush Tetras,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
Cybotron,
Unrelated Segments,
Franke,
Stetsasonic,
Cameo,
Fela Kuti,
The Fugs,
Marvin Gaye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pylon,
Pantytec,
Bronski Beat,
Qualms,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jandek,
Boz Scaggs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T,
Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
Clear Light,
Scion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin,
Gang of Four,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.