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 Portugal and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang On A Can to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tres Demented,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Names,
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Motorama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
The Star Department,
Ken Boothe,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scientists,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
Skriet,
Q and Not U,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
Byron Stingily,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
Smog,
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
The Black Dice,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.