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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Happenings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
The Walker Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
Reuben Wilson,
Franke,
Moss Icon,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Sherman,
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
Eden Ahbez,
Sex Pistols,
Kerri Chandler,
Pagans,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
Fluxion,
K-Klass,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sister Nancy,
Intrusion,
Public Enemy,
Niagra,
Visage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick May,
Basic Channel,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Schoolly D,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pierre Henry,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
The J.B.'s,
Flash Fearless,
Quantec,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.