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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grandmaster Flash to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Residents,
Bobby Womack,
New York Dolls,
Motorama,
The Searchers,
Buzzcocks,
The Sound,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Golliwogs,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Red Krayola,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Image Ltd.,
UT,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Black Pus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
Livin' Joy,
Minutemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
Ronan,
The Last Poets,
Boredoms,
Unwound,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
Pulsallama,
The Toasters,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Walker Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Lynne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks,
Surgeon,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.