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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One,
The Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Happenings,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Beau Brummels,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
Goldenarms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
Alice Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
Symarip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
The Birthday Party,
The Victims,
The Real Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alphaville,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fela Kuti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bauhaus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
The Move,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
Slick Rick,
Pagans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.