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 India and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Easy Going to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
Skaos,
Essential Logic,
The Mummies,
Pylon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Names,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Clear Light,
Faraquet,
MDC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
Bill Near,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick May,
Rekid,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman,
Model 500,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
Agitation Free,
Robert Görl,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Copeland,
Y Pants,
Absolute Body Control,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fall,
Fear,
ABBA,
The Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Ice-T,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABC,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.