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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The J.B.'s to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Names,
Graham Central Station,
Ronan,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
Scion,
The Litter,
Barry Ungar,
Deakin,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
Vainqueur,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
Swell Maps,
Sun City Girls,
Symarip,
The Remains,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Golliwogs,
The Raincoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
F. McDonald,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moleskins,
The Moody Blues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
Slick Rick,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
the Human League,
June Days,
Radiohead,
Grauzone,
Moss Icon,
This Heat,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
Spandau Ballet,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.