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 Spain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lower 48 to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
Franke,
Minor Threat,
Black Moon,
Godley & Creme,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
LL Cool J,
Prince Buster,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
Sight & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dead C,
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
Excepter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
John Lydon,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wings,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.