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 Croatia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-Ray Spex to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
The Beau Brummels,
Boredoms,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
The Misunderstood,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
Nirvana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cameo,
Yaz,
Piero Umiliani,
The Vogues,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
Organ,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
Radio Birdman,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
The Golliwogs,
The Durutti Column,
Reuben Wilson,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
The New Christs,
Byron Stingily,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brick,
Derrick May,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC,
Connie Case,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.