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 Antigua and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shuggie Otis,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacob Miller,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker,
Gang Gang Dance,
U.S. Maple,
The J.B.'s,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters,
the Normal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
The Searchers,
CMW,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
Derrick May,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
Eurythmics,
Altered Images,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Little Man,
Anakelly,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rapeman,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
Newcleus,
Pole,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
Howard Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.