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 Sri Lanka 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Marine Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cameo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
EPMD,
Pere Ubu,
Sister Nancy,
Susan Cadogan,
Minny Pops,
Chrome,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
Bluetip,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese,
Mr. Review,
Moby Grape,
Qualms,
Eric Dolphy,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Parrish,
Black Moon,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.