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 Guyana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Man Eating Sloth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Raincoats,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronan,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
48th St. Collective,
B.T. Express,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges,
Harmonia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Searchers,
Television Personalities,
The Smoke,
The Selecter,
Supertramp,
Thee Headcoats,
Stereo Dub,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
Niagra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
Mantronix,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faust,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Saints,
The Associates,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
Vainqueur,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Real Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tom Boy,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.