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 Thailand and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
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 808 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 Terry Callier to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Joyce Sims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skarface,
Drexciya,
Howard Jones,
Pulsallama,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cal Tjader,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
Q65,
The Residents,
The Pop Group,
Magma,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Sheep,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacob Miller,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zapp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris Corsano,
K-Klass,
Magazine,
Faraquet,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pere Ubu,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
Inner City,
Y Pants,
Cecil Taylor,
Yusef Lateef,
John Foxx,
Brothers Johnson,
Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren,
The Techniques,
the Normal,
Visage,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.