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 East Timor and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
Supertramp,
Sixth Finger,
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
Byron Stingily,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
Crime,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxette,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Patti Smith,
Fear,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
Sister Nancy,
Pylon,
Matthew Bourne,
Albert Ayler,
Quantec,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX,
New Order,
Maurizio,
The Saints,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
Television Personalities,
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.