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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Dead C to the jazz 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Main Source,
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
Joey Negro,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Nik Kershaw,
Tubeway Army,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
The Grass Roots,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
Agitation Free,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
48th St. Collective,
Gong,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.