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 Palau and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Guru Guru,
Mr. Review,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
The J.B.'s,
Fatback Band,
Nico,
Faust,
L. Decosne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Joey Negro,
Robert Hood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q65,
Dark Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The New Christs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
Arab on Radar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Albert Ayler,
Quadrant,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
Subhumans,
Ultravox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Rundgren,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
The Doors,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boredoms,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.