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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Donny Hathaway to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade,
The Fortunes,
Harry Pussy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Section 25,
Rod Modell,
World's Most,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
FM Einheit,
Bush Tetras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New York Dolls,
10cc,
Roxy Music,
Infiniti,
The Move,
Icehouse,
Stetsasonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Cale,
June Days,
Inner City,
The Barracudas,
John Holt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
Unwound,
The Happenings,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Michelle Simonal,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
Zapp,
Au Pairs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.