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 Cuba and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
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 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 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 Excepter 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
World's Most,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Sherman,
the Sonics,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Piero Umiliani,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pylon,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
Derrick May,
Hashim,
MDC,
Schoolly D,
a-ha,
Monolake,
The Doors,
Alphaville,
Silicon Teens,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
Crime,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The New Christs,
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
PIL,
Easy Going,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sound,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Motions,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Connie Case,
Cheater Slicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.