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 Luxembourg and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Maleditus Sound 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Y Pants,
The Names,
Little Man,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Mills,
Eve St. Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minnie Riperton,
Second Layer,
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
Theoretical Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
Ludus,
The Associates,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick May,
David Axelrod,
The New Christs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
Organ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Wings,
the Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
Q65,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bush Tetras,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.