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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Cameo to the funk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Gong,
Average White Band,
Icehouse,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
R.M.O.,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
The Velvet Underground,
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wasted Youth,
The Angels of Light,
the Slits,
Skriet,
Drexciya,
The Saints,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fire Engines,
The Move,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacques Brel,
Hashim,
Ituana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
The Count Five,
D'Angelo,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marvin Gaye,
Franke,
The Divine Comedy,
Tom Boy,
Infiniti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pylon,
Rhythm & Sound,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
The Mummies,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.