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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Scratch Acid to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
World's Most,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
48th St. Collective,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June Days,
The Index,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
the Normal,
The Standells,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pierre Henry,
Basic Channel,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doors,
New Order,
Gang Starr,
John Lydon,
Quadrant,
The Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Silicon Teens,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
Aswad,
Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
Liliput,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Green,
Average White Band,
Al Stewart,
Von Mondo,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brass Construction,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Young Rascals,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.