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 Zambia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Names to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Joy Division,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oblivians,
Cybotron,
Pussy Galore,
Make Up,
Chrome,
The Blackbyrds,
Patti Smith,
Pylon,
Matthew Bourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bad Manners,
Judy Mowatt,
Mr. Review,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monks,
Schoolly D,
Hasil Adkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Quantec,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Al Stewart,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Easy Going,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
The Mojo Men,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
The Wake,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
Model 500,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül,
Alice Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.