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 Cuba and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the punk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
FM Einheit,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slackers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marvin Gaye,
Smog,
Sugar Minott,
Intrusion,
Quando Quango,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers,
Wings,
Alphaville,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Flipper,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gun Club,
Index,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scrapy,
The Busters,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
The Five Americans,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Lydon,
Suburban Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.