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 Somalia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Pylon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Wyatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dead Boys,
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
Blossom Toes,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
Pharoah Sanders,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
Ronnie Foster,
Flash Fearless,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rapeman,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
Mantronix,
CMW,
Inner City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warren Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Country Teasers,
Black Pus,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.