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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 the Bar-Kays to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
MC5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nation of Ulysses,
Davy DMX,
The Angels of Light,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne,
JFA,
Lou Christie,
Rapeman,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erasure,
EPMD,
Surgeon,
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
Theoretical Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
UT,
Stetsasonic,
Bang On A Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
The Cowsills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
The Doors,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
Pagans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.