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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang of Four to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
Ponytail,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Little Man,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Angels of Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
Max Romeo,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
The Blackbyrds,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Gang Green,
Bill Near,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
Black Sheep,
Chris Corsano,
Carl Craig,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
The Techniques,
the Bar-Kays,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
Donald Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.