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 Chad and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Sun City Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Iggy Pop,
Henry Cow,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
Sam Rivers,
The Cure,
Accadde A,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smoke,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare,
Altered Images,
ABC,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
Leonard Cohen,
Main Source,
The Five Americans,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
The Fuzztones,
Swell Maps,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fugs,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
The J.B.'s,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
Mark Hollis,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
Stetsasonic,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
The Remains,
The Standells,
Kas Product,
Unwound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Charles Mingus,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.