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 Egypt and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Techniques to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
Yaz,
Harmonia,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Pagans,
Mars,
Fear,
Cybotron,
Gang of Four,
The Standells,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
The Cramps,
Mark Hollis,
Easy Going,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Procol Harum,
The Human League,
Radiohead,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
Inner City,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
The Evens,
These Immortal Souls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Motions,
Deepchord,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brick,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
Moebius,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James White and The Blacks,
Zapp,
Blossom Toes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.