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 Burkina and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Move to the disco 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Babytalk,
The Zeros,
Massinfluence,
Mr. Review,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Leaves,
The Remains,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lightning Bolt,
Smog,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Lakeside,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
Tim Buckley,
Yellowson,
Eve St. Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
The Birthday Party,
Sällskapet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
In Retrospect,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
Iggy Pop,
The Fall,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dave Gahan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camberwell Now,
Henry Cow,
Inner City,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
Los Fastidios,
The Busters,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantytec,
Ice-T,
Symarip,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Whodini,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
Absolute Body Control,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.