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 Guinea and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lalann to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Starr,
Technova,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
Q and Not U,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
Hoover,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Smog,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
Duran Duran,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
Dead Boys,
MC5,
Davy DMX,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scratch Acid,
Wally Richardson,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aural Exciters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
Goldenarms,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.