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 Samoa and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cure to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Easy Going,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
Quadrant,
Gerry Rafferty,
JFA,
Joe Finger,
Make Up,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter and Kerry,
The Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
Marmalade,
The American Breed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tom Boy,
Kayak,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gladiators,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
Skarface,
The Victims,
Rufus Thomas,
Lakeside,
Suburban Knight,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers,
The Index,
The Techniques,
The Black Dice,
Aaron Thompson,
Reuben Wilson,
Wasted Youth,
Gong,
Surgeon,
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
Mantronix,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.