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 Belarus and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Lou Reed to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Danielle Patucci,
Q65,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television,
AZ,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
Tom Boy,
Scan 7,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Severed Heads,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yaz,
10cc,
The Selecter,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
The Standells,
Adolescents,
Matthew Bourne,
Max Romeo,
David Bowie,
Rakim,
Interpol,
Harry Pussy,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
The Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
Mr. Review,
Dawn Penn,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.