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 Chad and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Hardrive to the crunk 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
Index,
This Heat,
Fugazi,
Magazine,
The Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Joensuu 1685,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
the Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Tommy Roe,
Eden Ahbez,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
The Gun Club,
Lakeside,
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A,
The Zeros,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free,
The Smiths,
Pussy Galore,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalann,
The Knickerbockers,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang On A Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fugs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slits,
K-Klass,
Schoolly D,
Bad Manners,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Byrd,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.