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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Thompson Twins to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxette,
Swell Maps,
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
Das Ding,
Massinfluence,
Crash Course in Science,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
EPMD,
Radiopuhelimet,
Franke,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
Intrusion,
Liliput,
The Modern Lovers,
La Düsseldorf,
U.S. Maple,
Agitation Free,
The Walker Brothers,
Subhumans,
These Immortal Souls,
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
Bill Near,
Hardrive,
the Bar-Kays,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Shuggie Otis,
Babytalk,
R.M.O.,
Prince Buster,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gap Band,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.