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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tommy Roe to the punk 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q and Not U,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fall,
Roxette,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Lynne,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Starr,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
X-Ray Spex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
L. Decosne,
Skriet,
The Saints,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Music Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
Icehouse,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
Dead Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Visage,
World's Most,
H. Thieme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
Hardrive,
The Offenders,
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
Youth Brigade,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.