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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 The Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
The New Christs,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sandy B,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
Slick Rick,
The Zeros,
Harry Pussy,
Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minor Threat,
Massinfluence,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
Icehouse,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suicide,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
K-Klass,
The Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soulsonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
Erasure,
Connie Case,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scratch Acid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Age Steppers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.