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 Chad and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang of Four to the funk 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Basic Channel,
Jawbox,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
T.S.O.L.,
Max Romeo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sällskapet,
Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Pantaleimon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neu!,
The Last Poets,
Harmonia,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alphaville,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
Amon Düül,
Alice Coltrane,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Main Source,
The Happenings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masters at Work,
Pantytec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unwound,
Con Funk Shun,
The Neon Judgement,
The Barracudas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
Henry Cow,
Faraquet,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead 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.