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 Israel and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
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 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 Cheater Slicks to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru,
Intrusion,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
David McCallum,
Trumans Water,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Vogues,
Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour,
Nils Olav,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visage,
China Crisis,
Rapeman,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
The Trojans,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skriet,
Shoche,
the Association,
Lakeside,
Severed Heads,
Y Pants,
Silicon Teens,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Ossler,
Flipper,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Quadrant,
Nico,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.