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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Lynne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yaz,
The Offenders,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rapeman,
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls,
Slick Rick,
Minor Threat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chrome,
Country Teasers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
The Sonics,
Adolescents,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
Neil Young,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Easy Going,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.