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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Janne Schatter,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
Surgeon,
Whodini,
Morten Harket,
Sam Rivers,
Godley & Creme,
John Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
Altered Images,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Scan 7,
Depeche Mode,
KRS-One,
Barbara Tucker,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
Derrick May,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
Nirvana,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
The Dirtbombs,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
Eli Mardock,
T.S.O.L.,
The Velvet Underground,
Reagan Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
Minutemen,
The Move,
Fear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warsaw,
cv313,
Camouflage,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
Warren Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.