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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grime 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Steve Hackett,
X-Ray Spex,
the Germs,
The Misunderstood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Popol Vuh,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
Don Cherry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
The Golliwogs,
Swell Maps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
Sister Nancy,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
Eli Mardock,
Niagra,
Ossler,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magazine,
The Fugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
OOIOO,
Marine Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Babytalk,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy,
Scan 7,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Section 25,
Zero Boys,
The Names,
Warsaw,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
In Retrospect,
The Angels of Light,
Pere Ubu,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.