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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sarah Menescal to the rock 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reuben Wilson,
the Slits,
Morten Harket,
Roxette,
PIL,
The Zeros,
The Buckinghams,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül,
Hasil Adkins,
U.S. Maple,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
Nick Fraelich,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Swans,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots,
The J.B.'s,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arab on Radar,
The Velvet Underground,
the Germs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Wake,
Ultra Naté,
Negative Approach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pussy Galore,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.