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 Russia and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Evens to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
David McCallum,
Jawbox,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kas Product,
The Names,
Monks,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
The Trojans,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
UT,
In Retrospect,
Siglo XX,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
Piero Umiliani,
The Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
The Motions,
Shoche,
Ronan,
Ossler,
Massinfluence,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bronski Beat,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
Yazoo,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
Mark Hollis,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Cell,
The Saints,
The Searchers,
The Star Department,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.