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 Tunisia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Ken Boothe to the crunk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
B.T. Express,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
Sugar Minott,
Blake Baxter,
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
Jerry's Kids,
Mad Mike,
The New Christs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin,
FM Einheit,
Model 500,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doobie Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Terry Callier,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Almond,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
Hashim,
Scion,
Second Layer,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
Sex Pistols,
Nico,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
U.S. Maple,
Scratch Acid,
Oneida,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
Bronski Beat,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon,
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.