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 Portugal and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Moody Blues to the disco 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Aloha Tigers,
The Evens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
Inner City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
Marvin Gaye,
Scion,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
The Associates,
Marmalade,
Make Up,
Donny Hathaway,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
Iggy Pop,
Eli Mardock,
Vainqueur,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Wells,
Sex Pistols,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
Audionom,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
The Moleskins,
The Gun Club,
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
the Slits,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.