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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fuzztones to the crunk 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
The Durutti Column,
Kas Product,
Eden Ahbez,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
Niagra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Can,
Slave,
Al Stewart,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
The Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Au Pairs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
Ice-T,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
The Selecter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Organ,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
David Axelrod,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy Collins,
Wolf Eyes,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.