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 Bahrain and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Eve St. Jones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Todd Terry,
The Pretty Things,
Underground Resistance,
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
David Axelrod,
Angry Samoans,
Isaac Hayes,
Rakim,
The Count Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
Arcadia,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
Quantec,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
Fela Kuti,
Ponytail,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Motions,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
Magazine,
Bob Dylan,
E-Dancer,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anthony Braxton,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Holt,
Country Teasers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James White and The Blacks,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.