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 Cambodia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wolf Eyes to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Suicide,
Dawn Penn,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fugs,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television Personalities,
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
The Seeds,
Sandy B,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Velvet Underground,
John Foxx,
Ponytail,
Erasure,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
X-Ray Spex,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Copeland,
The Kinks,
Intrusion,
A Certain Ratio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Pole,
Black Bananas,
Japan,
Roxette,
Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
Silicon Teens,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker,
Technova,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.