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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lindisfarne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
OOIOO,
Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
Tears for Fears,
The Pop Group,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
Gichy Dan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
Talk Talk,
Average White Band,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sister Nancy,
Pantaleimon,
Marmalade,
Kaleidoscope,
Fear,
Japan,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young,
The Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
Josef K,
Pantytec,
The Modern Lovers,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
Joensuu 1685,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Man Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
The Fugs,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
Trumans Water,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sällskapet,
Ludus,
ABBA,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.