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 Chile and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
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 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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Piero Umiliani,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
Black Sheep,
Skriet,
Cal Tjader,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
The Slits,
Minor Threat,
Depeche Mode,
X-101,
Althea and Donna,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp,
Moebius,
Sun Ra,
Public Enemy,
Animal Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
Camouflage,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Michelle Simonal,
Brothers Johnson,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Ten City,
Crime,
Tom Boy,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
The Gap Band,
Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.