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 Barbados and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Suburban Knight to the crunk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Zeros,
Moebius,
Circle Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donald Byrd,
New Order,
Country Teasers,
The Vogues,
Motorama,
Joyce Sims,
Jacob Miller,
Tubeway Army,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
The Blues Magoos,
The Music Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barclay James Harvest,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mandrill,
The Saints,
Inner City,
Tommy Roe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
cv313,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Maurizio,
The Residents,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye,
In Retrospect,
John Holt,
The Martian,
The Busters,
Cameo,
Skarface,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.