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 Monaco and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 CMW to the crunk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television Personalities,
The Names,
Model 500,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
Pagans,
X-101,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
Inner City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
10cc,
Jawbox,
Moby Grape,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
Franke,
Main Source,
June of 44,
Ken Boothe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amazonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Urselle,
Tubeway Army,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
The Beau Brummels,
David McCallum,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
Soul II Soul,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
Mad Mike,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronan,
Scratch Acid,
Crooked Eye,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Simply Red,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.