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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 EPMD to the rock 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
Duran Duran,
Josef K,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
Yaz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
Ossler,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
The Durutti Column,
Angry Samoans,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
Deakin,
Tres Demented,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
Monolake,
Minny Pops,
The Human League,
Average White Band,
T. Rex,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zapp,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smoke,
Ronan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fugs,
The Modern Lovers,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythm & Sound,
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.