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 Colombia 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Saints,
OOIOO,
Monolake,
Dead Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cluster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
The Skatalites,
E-Dancer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Remains,
Bootsy Collins,
Blancmange,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
Maurizio,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blake Baxter,
The Moleskins,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Style,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Fluxion,
The Dead C,
Roxette,
The Slits,
Kayak,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Crime,
Bronski Beat,
Marine Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Lakeside,
Michelle Simonal,
Ice-T,
Lyres,
Alice Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Parrish,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.