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 Zambia and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Black Flag to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
Sixth Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slackers,
The Moleskins,
Minor Threat,
Ice-T,
The Beau Brummels,
Simply Red,
Subhumans,
The Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gong,
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare,
Albert Ayler,
Heaven 17,
Magma,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
The Pop Group,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Sonics,
Echospace,
KRS-One,
Essential Logic,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.