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 Nicaragua and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 the Germs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Easy Going,
Wire,
Flipper,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultra Naté,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
The Vogues,
June of 44,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Lydon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eden Ahbez,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quantec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spandau Ballet,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Severed Heads,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
Lyres,
Desert Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Faust,
Los Fastidios,
Warsaw,
Zero Boys,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.