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 Dominica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Icehouse to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
Minutemen,
Erasure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls,
The Gories,
Section 25,
L. Decosne,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chrome,
Neu!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
the Germs,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick May,
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express,
Tears for Fears,
Davy DMX,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cure,
Brothers Johnson,
Urselle,
The Red Krayola,
Massinfluence,
Joe Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Marmalade,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
Ituana,
Model 500,
Liliput,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
Pylon,
Saccharine Trust,
Grauzone,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.