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 Portugal and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Dawn Penn to the funk 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott Heron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
Michelle Simonal,
The Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Stiv Bators,
Schoolly D,
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Buzzcocks,
Niagra,
The Evens,
Severed Heads,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
Ossler,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
U.S. Maple,
The Durutti Column,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
Unwound,
Peter and Kerry,
Fluxion,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crime,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
X-102,
Nick Fraelich,
Stockholm Monsters,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
Tommy Roe,
Marine Girls,
Heaven 17,
Rhythm & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.