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 Antigua and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James White and The Blacks,
The Saints,
Reuben Wilson,
The Birthday Party,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
The Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Accadde A,
The Pretty Things,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
cv313,
Cheater Slicks,
The Skatalites,
Subhumans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Finger,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
Lalann,
Howard Jones,
The Standells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Scientists,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix,
Essential Logic,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
Cymande,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Skriet,
Soft Machine,
Alphaville,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
Crash Course in Science,
Circle Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
The Evens,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.