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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Lungfish,
Ice-T,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magma,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Pylon,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scan 7,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funkadelic,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter & Gordon,
Terry Callier,
T. Rex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
John Cale,
Little Man,
Ludus,
James White and The Blacks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
Archie Shepp,
The Gladiators,
Surgeon,
UT,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vainqueur,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nico,
Main Source,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.