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 Libya and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Simply Red to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scientists,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
Warsaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gladiators,
Ossler,
Bauhaus,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats,
The Misunderstood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glenn Branca,
The Neon Judgement,
Suburban Knight,
World's Most,
Juan Atkins,
Wally Richardson,
Arcadia,
The Wake,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Almond,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
China Crisis,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barry Ungar,
A Certain Ratio,
Magazine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Infiniti,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.