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 Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Smog to the punk 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
Sandy B,
The Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
Warsaw,
John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fatback Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Cal Tjader,
Clear Light,
Model 500,
Roxy Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Nik Kershaw,
Babytalk,
Von Mondo,
Pulsallama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
The Victims,
Nick Fraelich,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Sherman,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
Lyres,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
MDC,
the Human League,
Faraquet,
Ponytail,
Eric Copeland,
Yazoo,
The Moody Blues,
Shoche,
Barrington Levy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funkadelic,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.