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 Marshall Islands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 CMW to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
Grauzone,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
Slave,
Rekid,
Ituana,
Black Bananas,
Boredoms,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
Colin Newman,
Model 500,
Sight & Sound,
Scion,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
the Association,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
The Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The American Breed,
Harmonia,
The Pretty Things,
Blossom Toes,
The Blues Magoos,
B.T. Express,
Thee Headcoats,
Loose Ends,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep,
MC5,
The Gories,
ABC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dead C,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.