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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Searchers 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Eve St. Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
Bobby Womack,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neu!,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
Suicide,
Matthew Halsall,
Howard Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
10cc,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
Audionom,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Parry Music,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronan,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick May,
The Gories,
Nation of Ulysses,
LL Cool J,
Josef K,
DJ Style,
X-101,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
Simply Red,
Jerry's Kids,
Oneida,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.