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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
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 theremin 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 Lindisfarne to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
The Smiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxy Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan,
Supertramp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rotary Connection,
the Normal,
Skaos,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
Bauhaus,
Visage,
Circle Jerks,
Ossler,
Popol Vuh,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
Negative Approach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Glenn Branca,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scientists,
Al Stewart,
Tim Buckley,
The Litter,
Warsaw,
Sex Pistols,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
The Searchers,
Scion,
Funky Four + One,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.