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 Mali and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dead Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scratch Acid,
Fatback Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
The Walker Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fugazi,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
Negative Approach,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Hill,
Minny Pops,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
Animal Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Adolescents,
Howard Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Josef K,
Ice-T,
Eric Dolphy,
FM Einheit,
Idris Muhammad,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.