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 India and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Human League to the funk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
Josef K,
Echospace,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
The American Breed,
Severed Heads,
The Blackbyrds,
The Music Machine,
Shoche,
Ultra Naté,
Eddi Front,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shuggie Otis,
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Pole,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alton Ellis,
Aswad,
John Holt,
Easy Going,
Groovy Waters,
Swell Maps,
David Bowie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erasure,
Terry Callier,
Kayak,
Zapp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Cale,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.