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 Singapore and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Hasil Adkins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
Aswad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
Basic Channel,
MC5,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Ultravox,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Eddi Front,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Machine,
The Fall,
Unrelated Segments,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Loose Ends,
Rapeman,
Soulsonic Force,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
Smog,
Crooked Eye,
Oblivians,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mandrill,
The Toasters,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tom Boy,
Inner City,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach,
Judy Mowatt,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.