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 Swaziland and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scion,
Sonic Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
Faraquet,
Mad Mike,
Dark Day,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
Nas,
Jacob Miller,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Gichy Dan,
Cal Tjader,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swans,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
The Doors,
Ice-T,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
David Axelrod,
Soft Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
F. McDonald,
Subhumans,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
Blancmange,
The Dirtbombs,
Bauhaus,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Audionom,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.