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 Brazil and from Paris.
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 Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grauzone,
Deepchord,
Inner City,
the Germs,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
Aswad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flipper,
The Residents,
Brick,
Crime,
The Knickerbockers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alton Ellis,
Can,
Bad Manners,
Niagra,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
Dave Gahan,
Lakeside,
F. McDonald,
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Sex Pistols,
Black Moon,
Boredoms,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
Kerrie Biddell,
Motorama,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.