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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fear to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
Average White Band,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magazine,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
The Litter,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things,
Barrington Levy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
Surgeon,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
The Young Rascals,
Agent Orange,
David Axelrod,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
Organ,
Das Ding,
Goldenarms,
Faraquet,
Nas,
The Skatalites,
The Smiths,
John Lydon,
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agitation Free,
Deepchord,
Steve Hackett,
Wire,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Move,
Suicide,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
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.