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 Tanzania and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Sex Pistols to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dennis Brown,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
Inner City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glenn Branca,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mandrill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
Arthur Verocai,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
The Vogues,
Kas Product,
The Grass Roots,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
Cluster,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
Dorothy Ashby,
PIL,
Amon Düül,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
Radiohead,
Fluxion,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Almond,
Isaac Hayes,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Television,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.