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 India and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Barrington Levy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang of Four,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barbara Tucker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
Skarface,
Suburban Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Thee Headcoats,
The Techniques,
Magma,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantaleimon,
Al Stewart,
Jacques Brel,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pretty Things,
The Zeros,
The Kinks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
The Gories,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Clear Light,
Basic Channel,
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
MDC,
Johnny Clarke,
10cc,
The Star Department,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
Bush Tetras,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.