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 Gambia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Excepter to the grunge 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
Blossom Toes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Human League,
Brick,
Simply Red,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
The Searchers,
Whodini,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pagans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Age Steppers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Qualms,
Davy DMX,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Mo-Dettes,
Chrome,
Dave Gahan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hardrive,
The Real Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.