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 Finland and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
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 guitar 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 The Fugs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
Metal Thangz,
Tom Boy,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
The Smoke,
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Yusef Lateef,
Soulsonic Force,
Accadde A,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
James White and The Blacks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure,
Pole,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
the Bar-Kays,
Infiniti,
Ronnie Foster,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
Dennis Brown,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantytec,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson,
Aswad,
Slick Rick,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
Dawn Penn,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fall,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
Mandrill,
Minny Pops,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.