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 Comoros 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fortunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Howard Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Carl Craig,
Boz Scaggs,
Josef K,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
La Düsseldorf,
Bronski Beat,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
Deakin,
Skriet,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Inner City,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
John Lydon,
The Slits,
Man Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Warsaw,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
The Trojans,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
The Busters,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
Pylon,
Los Fastidios,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television Personalities,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Intrusion,
Ronnie Foster,
Tears for Fears,
Surgeon,
Ossler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Neu!,
Livin' Joy,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
Nils Olav,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.