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 Guinea-Bissau and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Niagra,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Flag,
Peter and Kerry,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
John Foxx,
Newcleus,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
the Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moleskins,
Suburban Knight,
Bauhaus,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Lalann,
New York Dolls,
K-Klass,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
UT,
cv313,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grauzone,
James White and The Blacks,
Hasil Adkins,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Copeland,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.