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 Armenia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Cell to the techno 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Foxx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wire,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pole,
David Bowie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Franke,
The Divine Comedy,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
Stereo Dub,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
Skarface,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Intrusion,
The Young Rascals,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül II,
The Toasters,
AZ,
Swell Maps,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.