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 Benin and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 the Fania All-Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
Albert Ayler,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
Godley & Creme,
The Five Americans,
Tubeway Army,
The Smoke,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker,
Blake Baxter,
Al Stewart,
Q65,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
Harmonia,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed,
Hashim,
Bob Dylan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blossom Toes,
Lyres,
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Green,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
Lou Christie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.