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 Gambia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Michelle Simonal to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Cecil Taylor,
Scientists,
The Dirtbombs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
Howard Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
The Blackbyrds,
Sugar Minott,
Basic Channel,
Liliput,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Dead Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Wells,
Mantronix,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
OOIOO,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
Model 500,
Skaos,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
Drexciya,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
Agitation Free,
Nas,
B.T. Express,
The Red Krayola,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
AZ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.