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 Brunei and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Popol Vuh to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
MC5,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
Technova,
The Evens,
X-101,
Sonic Youth,
Drexciya,
Altered Images,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
This Heat,
Visage,
Deakin,
The Monks,
Japan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
OOIOO,
The Skatalites,
Newcleus,
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
10cc,
T.S.O.L.,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eve St. Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Can,
The Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Michelle Simonal,
Max Romeo,
Sparks,
Maurizio,
Deepchord,
Don Cherry,
The Busters,
The Motions,
The Stooges,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.