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 Maldives and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool Moe Dee to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Halsall,
Morten Harket,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Byrd,
The Human League,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
Wire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Metal Thangz,
The Names,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
the Bar-Kays,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
Neu!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angry Samoans,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gladiators,
the Swans,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Martian,
U.S. Maple,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
Dead Boys,
Qualms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Das Ding,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
Man Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.