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 Bhutan 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Normal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Hood,
Isaac Hayes,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Enemy,
Sex Pistols,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
The Stooges,
The Blackbyrds,
The Happenings,
Model 500,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
Cheater Slicks,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Procol Harum,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
Pagans,
Fatback Band,
June of 44,
The Names,
The Moleskins,
Bob Dylan,
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
Sonic Youth,
Nirvana,
Girls At Our Best!,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eurythmics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.