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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Michael McDonald 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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash 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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Barbara Tucker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Severed Heads,
Bob Dylan,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
Skarface,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
Gang Green,
Piero Umiliani,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
Stetsasonic,
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
Ohio Players,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
Babytalk,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mo-Dettes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
The Mummies,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Byron Stingily,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
The Knickerbockers,
Khruangbin,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.