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 Ecuador and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Modern Lovers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
Trumans Water,
The Sound,
DNA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
Cluster,
Nick Fraelich,
The New Christs,
KRS-One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Foxx,
The Black Dice,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
Lakeside,
Todd Terry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wings,
Carl Craig,
Faust,
Easy Going,
The Real Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
Bill Near,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
Eden Ahbez,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.