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 Antigua and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
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 synthesizer 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 Funkadelic to the punk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Tears for Fears,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Offenders,
Minny Pops,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
Dawn Penn,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
kango's stein massive,
Sun City Girls,
Joy Division,
Motorama,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris Corsano,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
Wings,
Average White Band,
FM Einheit,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
Reagan Youth,
Index,
The Busters,
Liliput,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
Lightning Bolt,
Whodini,
Black Flag,
a-ha,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
Black Pus,
Sex Pistols,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.