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 Australia and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
the Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul II Soul,
CMW,
Accadde A,
Excepter,
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Isaac Hayes,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bad Manners,
Stiv Bators,
The Vogues,
Camouflage,
Goldenarms,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Happenings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tommy Roe,
EPMD,
Tom Boy,
Audionom,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Wake,
Make Up,
the Germs,
The Move,
Todd Terry,
John Lydon,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
The Human League,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
Charles Mingus,
John Foxx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gichy Dan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
Urselle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.