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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fat Boys 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Standells,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Henry Cow,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grey Daturas,
Tom Boy,
Gong,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Germs,
Saccharine Trust,
Harry Pussy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Funkadelic,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
Quantec,
Visage,
John Lydon,
China Crisis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
The Motions,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
Von Mondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Circle Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
Swell Maps,
Jawbox,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.