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 Iraq and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Thee Headcoats to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
Severed Heads,
Heaven 17,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rekid,
Scion,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Wyatt,
Ohio Players,
Roxette,
AZ,
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Real Kids,
Faraquet,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
Circle Jerks,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Mills,
Cameo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stiv Bators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Davy DMX,
The Mummies,
Gang Green,
Royal Trux,
Joe Finger,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chrome,
Harry Pussy,
Vladislav Delay,
Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
Jacques Brel,
The Modern Lovers,
ABBA,
the Sonics,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.