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 San Marino and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arab on Radar,
Qualms,
Excepter,
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
Scratch Acid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Bourne,
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
Bauhaus,
Outsiders,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
Gong,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oneida,
The Move,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
Pole,
Dual Sessions,
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
Livin' Joy,
Franke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
FM Einheit,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.