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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Frankie Knuckles to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
Pere Ubu,
Joensuu 1685,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
Althea and Donna,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spandau Ballet,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
The Saints,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sonics,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra,
Morten Harket,
The Real Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
DJ Style,
The Martian,
kango's stein massive,
Rakim,
Outsiders,
The Last Poets,
Sparks,
Drexciya,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
Magma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fuzztones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
Livin' Joy,
Yaz,
Smog,
Altered Images,
PIL,
Eli Mardock,
Cymande,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.