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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wings to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Janne Schatter,
Bad Manners,
Oneida,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
Skriet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Main Source,
Organ,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
Groovy Waters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
Infiniti,
The Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
The Walker Brothers,
Kayak,
Byron Stingily,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
The Standells,
Hashim,
Johnny Clarke,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.