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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T. Rex,
Radio Birdman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
Hot Snakes,
The Names,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
Crime,
Robert Hood,
Spandau Ballet,
Circle Jerks,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
the Bar-Kays,
Faust,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
D'Angelo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Evens,
Schoolly D,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Rakim,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
New Order,
Gang Starr,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.