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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
KRS-One,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Divine Comedy,
Gichy Dan,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Smooth,
The American Breed,
Byron Stingily,
Wings,
EPMD,
The Tremeloes,
Intrusion,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Porter Ricks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
Aaron Thompson,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
Pantytec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minor Threat,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Tres Demented,
Qualms,
Fatback Band,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.