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 San Marino and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 T.S.O.L. to the techno 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
This Heat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
The Move,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Halsall,
Goldenarms,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
ABC,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eurythmics,
Boogie Down Productions,
AZ,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
Skriet,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Erasure,
Bill Wells,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
Camberwell Now,
Blossom Toes,
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Copeland,
Joyce Sims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brass Construction,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radio Birdman,
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
DNA,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
Bauhaus,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.