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 Iceland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Sun Ra to the disco 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
The Durutti Column,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
Josef K,
The Litter,
F. McDonald,
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Steve Hackett,
The Human League,
The Doors,
Schoolly D,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Q65,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultra Naté,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
Howard Jones,
Prince Buster,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Selecter,
The Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Ohio Players,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.