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 United Kingdom and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Detroit Cobras to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The New Christs,
John Holt,
Gang Starr,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Procol Harum,
Sparks,
Howard Jones,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
Fear,
Adolescents,
Carl Craig,
Todd Rundgren,
Prince Buster,
Joe Smooth,
The Saints,
Magazine,
Henry Cow,
Scan 7,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
CMW,
Swell Maps,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Associates,
This Heat,
The Seeds,
The United States of America,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
L. Decosne,
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alton Ellis,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Liliput,
The Move,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.