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 France and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Victims to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
The Star Department,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cluster,
The Victims,
Sam Rivers,
The Evens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Leaves,
Pole,
Amon Düül II,
John Cale,
The Motions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
Half Japanese,
Juan Atkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
Index,
Bill Near,
The Remains,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure,
The Fall,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Simply Red,
Bluetip,
Oneida,
Basic Channel,
The Birthday Party,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Reuben Wilson,
Fear,
PIL,
Morten Harket,
Robert Hood,
X-102,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radiohead,
E-Dancer,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.