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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Magazine,
The Zeros,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Main Source,
Agent Orange,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Massinfluence,
Thompson Twins,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe,
Wasted Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Silicon Teens,
Terry Callier,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Livin' Joy,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
Subhumans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Kaleidoscope,
Fugazi,
Glenn Branca,
Soulsonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock,
Dawn Penn,
The American Breed,
Ten City,
Sun Ra,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ice-T,
Q65,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.