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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amazonics to the funk 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dual Sessions,
Funkadelic,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
In Retrospect,
The Beau Brummels,
Pussy Galore,
Cecil Taylor,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Pierre Henry,
The Gap Band,
Delta 5,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-102,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alison Limerick,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
Josef K,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moebius,
Skriet,
Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek,
Wasted Youth,
Patti Smith,
Byron Stingily,
OOIOO,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
The Residents,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.