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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon,
Oneida,
10cc,
Con Funk Shun,
Q65,
Mission of Burma,
cv313,
Boz Scaggs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Trojans,
Black Pus,
Fluxion,
Junior Murvin,
Ronnie Foster,
David Bowie,
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
Model 500,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
Dave Gahan,
X-Ray Spex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Yaz,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
DNA,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sam Rivers,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Iggy Pop,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
Section 25,
Q and Not U,
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano,
Harmonia,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.