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 St Lucia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Newcleus to the grunge 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visage,
Slick Rick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms,
the Bar-Kays,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eve St. Jones,
In Retrospect,
Dawn Penn,
Mission of Burma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash,
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes,
Drexciya,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronan,
X-Ray Spex,
Marine Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Desert Stars,
Zapp,
Marvin Gaye,
Graham Central Station,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arcadia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
Sonic Youth,
The Cure,
The Gories,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Moon,
Althea and Donna,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sound Behaviour,
Nirvana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
The Gap Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The New Christs,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Martian,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.