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 Algeria and from London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Marine Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana 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?
the Germs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Outsiders,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
B.T. Express,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camberwell Now,
The Neon Judgement,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
Hardrive,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
Quantec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
Max Romeo,
The Cure,
Erasure,
Black Moon,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül II,
Ten City,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hashim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.