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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zero Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül,
Ponytail,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
Oblivians,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jawbox,
Piero Umiliani,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
The Busters,
Black Pus,
Nils Olav,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Order,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
Yaz,
D'Angelo,
Fela Kuti,
Adolescents,
Minor Threat,
Gong,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.