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 Indonesia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 X-101 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
Schoolly D,
Gerry Rafferty,
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
Harpers Bizarre,
EPMD,
John Foxx,
The Cramps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
The Smiths,
Bobby Womack,
Cecil Taylor,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
Cluster,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
Delta 5,
Lucky Dragons,
Audionom,
Byron Stingily,
the Swans,
Make Up,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
Idris Muhammad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terry Callier,
Spandau Ballet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ituana,
Quantec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
Qualms,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.