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 Egypt and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Birthday Party to the punk 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
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Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
Cheater Slicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Minny Pops,
Buzzcocks,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
Von Mondo,
Bob Dylan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
Parry Music,
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
The Standells,
The Doors,
Bang On A Can,
The Gladiators,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chrome,
Television Personalities,
Silicon Teens,
Suburban Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.