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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Mo-Dettes to the crunk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Peter & Gordon,
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
JFA,
Pantaleimon,
Vainqueur,
China Crisis,
R.M.O.,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
Schoolly D,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camouflage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
Neu!,
Eric Copeland,
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented,
Sandy B,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Clear Light,
K-Klass,
Qualms,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hardrive,
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bauhaus,
Supertramp,
Stiv Bators,
The Searchers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Althea and Donna,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hoover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now,
ABBA,
Black Sheep,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
The Walker Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Womack,
Sarah Menescal,
The Busters,
Circle Jerks,
Fear,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.