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 Yemen and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Skatalites to the punk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
Magma,
D'Angelo,
Scion,
Bill Near,
Cybotron,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
Aaron Thompson,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
The Leaves,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Cymande,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harry Pussy,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Sherman,
The Angels of Light,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
Hot Snakes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Standells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
The Evens,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dorothy Ashby,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tommy Roe,
The Dirtbombs,
Nils Olav,
Sixth Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
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.