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 Qatar and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the dance 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
K-Klass,
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Birthday Party,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oneida,
Make Up,
The Beau Brummels,
Pylon,
Sparks,
Yaz,
The Gladiators,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Lungfish,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Technova,
the Human League,
Mr. Review,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wasted Youth,
Camouflage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Wake,
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
Arab on Radar,
Rod Modell,
Accadde A,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lindisfarne,
The Modern Lovers,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
Ituana,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Hill,
This Heat,
DNA,
Nas,
Ronan,
The J.B.'s,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.