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 Tonga and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Newcleus to the jazz 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
Blancmange,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül,
Soulsonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Move,
Scion,
Agitation Free,
Idris Muhammad,
Terry Callier,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eurythmics,
Thompson Twins,
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
Slave,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
The Fugs,
Animal Collective,
Quadrant,
Whodini,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Maleditus Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Morten Harket,
Lou Christie,
Reagan Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.