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 Solomon Islands and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Alarm Clocks to the rock 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
Howard Jones,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quantec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moby Grape,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
The Velvet Underground,
Underground Resistance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
Slave,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Eli Mardock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
Cecil Taylor,
Cymande,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Five Americans,
Pagans,
Fluxion,
Joyce Sims,
Swans,
John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.