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 Chile and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 June of 44 to the electroclash 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
The American Breed,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Tears for Fears,
Inner City,
Talk Talk,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
Saccharine Trust,
MDC,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül II,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton,
Organ,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
Andrew Hill,
Interpol,
B.T. Express,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Bob Dylan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Pus,
Ponytail,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
Nas,
Visage,
Delta 5,
Pierre Henry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Underground Resistance,
Basic Channel,
The Invisible,
the Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
The Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Scan 7,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.