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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Ultravox 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
Hot Snakes,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
The Seeds,
Jawbox,
Fear,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
Icehouse,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
The Flesh Eaters,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wally Richardson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Dolphy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
Heaven 17,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
Blake Baxter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mo-Dettes,
Crooked Eye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mad Mike,
Wire,
Country Teasers,
Maurizio,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
New Order,
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.