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 Uruguay and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Loose Ends to the crunk 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
F. McDonald,
Talk Talk,
The Selecter,
Isaac Hayes,
Nik Kershaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
Ultra Naté,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
X-101,
H. Thieme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Can,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
This Heat,
Jeff Mills,
The Gories,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
The Modern Lovers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oneida,
The Mojo Men,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
Essential Logic,
The Associates,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec,
L. Decosne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
Sixth Finger,
Tres Demented,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.