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 Bahrain and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Cramps to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neu!,
China Crisis,
X-Ray Spex,
MC5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Flag,
The Residents,
Sex Pistols,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Parrish,
World's Most,
London Community Gospel Choir,
a-ha,
Black Bananas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Banda Bassotti,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
Stereo Dub,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
Easy Going,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys,
The Skatalites,
Q and Not U,
James White and The Blacks,
Lucky Dragons,
Heaven 17,
Japan,
Reagan Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
Lindisfarne,
The Neon Judgement,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Livin' Joy,
Ludus,
the Normal,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.