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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
Cymande,
the Normal,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scientists,
The Modern Lovers,
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter,
Scan 7,
Hoover,
The Divine Comedy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantaleimon,
In Retrospect,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Motorama,
Dead Boys,
The Music Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Guru Guru,
The Birthday Party,
Wire,
Gang Starr,
Ken Boothe,
The Moleskins,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
DJ Style,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flipper,
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
Essential Logic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.