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 Poland and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 The Zeros to the jazz 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spoonie Gee,
the Association,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Godley & Creme,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television,
John Holt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Davy DMX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
Smog,
ABBA,
The Evens,
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
Negative Approach,
Ponytail,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
the Swans,
The Smiths,
Severed Heads,
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers,
Radiohead,
Maurizio,
Warsaw,
Can,
Sex Pistols,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
The Dead C,
Niagra,
PIL,
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visage,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
Wasted Youth,
Bauhaus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quando Quango,
H. Thieme,
Country Teasers,
Quadrant,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.