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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Charles Mingus to the disco 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
Idris Muhammad,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aswad,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
Chris Corsano,
Ponytail,
The Saints,
Amazonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light,
Adolescents,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
The Red Krayola,
Graham Central Station,
Sixth Finger,
Model 500,
Terry Callier,
Flipper,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mummies,
Roxy Music,
The Kinks,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ohio Players,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
the Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Procol Harum,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monks,
Hoover,
ABBA,
Mars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.