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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
The Mummies,
Marine Girls,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül II,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
The Mojo Men,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
Japan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mo-Dettes,
Neu!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
X-Ray Spex,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Residents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Angels of Light,
Radio Birdman,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
Scion,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Mills,
X-101,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magma,
the Association,
John Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
CMW,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
The Five Americans,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.