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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Jawbox,
Reagan Youth,
FM Einheit,
Gang Green,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus,
The Techniques,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amazonics,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
the Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Supertramp,
The Saints,
Motorama,
The Gun Club,
Gregory Isaacs,
Parry Music,
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye,
Scion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crime,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
Fela Kuti,
Organ,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
AZ,
Newcleus,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Brick,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Style,
Pharoah Sanders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.