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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Gregory Isaacs to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
Can,
Don Cherry,
DJ Sneak,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Moebius,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
Faraquet,
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maleditus Sound,
Al Stewart,
Shuggie Otis,
10cc,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angry Samoans,
Harmonia,
Graham Central Station,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skaos,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
Gichy Dan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arab on Radar,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dirtbombs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
Warsaw,
the Association,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Toasters,
Franke,
Pierre Henry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
The Grass Roots,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.