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 Libya and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wasted Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Camberwell Now,
MDC,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Black Dice,
The Cramps,
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
Inner City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Byron Stingily,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang of Four,
Stetsasonic,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
Nico,
Electric Light Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare,
The Zeros,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Iggy Pop,
Massinfluence,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.