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 Italy and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Durutti Column to the rap 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Make Up,
Scientists,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
Ken Boothe,
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Residents,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
the Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
Deakin,
Eli Mardock,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
Bill Wells,
Stiv Bators,
David McCallum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
Derrick May,
Gang of Four,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smoke,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Bauhaus,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
Warren Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Public Enemy,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
Cymande,
Steve Hackett,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.