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 Dominican Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Quantec to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '60s 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 Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dead C,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oneida,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Au Pairs,
Gang of Four,
Eve St. Jones,
Wire,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
Suicide,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
John Cale,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ten City,
Quadrant,
The Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Urselle,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Stooges,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Victims,
Kayak,
The Vogues,
Fat Boys,
Harmonia,
Soulsonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monolake,
Henry Cow,
Y Pants,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wasted Youth,
The Happenings,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.