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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rapeman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bauhaus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source,
Yellowson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Neon Judgement,
Supertramp,
Man Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
The Smiths,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
Fela Kuti,
The Trojans,
Idris Muhammad,
Althea and Donna,
Black Pus,
Absolute Body Control,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABBA,
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers,
Depeche Mode,
LL Cool J,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
Second Layer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.