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 Liberia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blossom Toes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mummies,
Dead Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sarah Menescal,
Yazoo,
Shuggie Otis,
Joy Division,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fire Engines,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
Blancmange,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
the Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Mr. Review,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Style,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Teasers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Residents,
Fat Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
The Victims,
Heaven 17,
Fatback Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boredoms,
The Stooges,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
The Music Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Radiohead,
Whodini,
Talk Talk,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.