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 Taiwan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Zero Boys to the rap 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vladislav Delay,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
DNA,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Rundgren,
Slave,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
Hasil Adkins,
The Names,
Rod Modell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad,
Franke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Cale,
The Dead C,
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Q65,
Althea and Donna,
Moby Grape,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Infiniti,
The Raincoats,
Sex Pistols,
Black Moon,
Bronski Beat,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Halsall,
Skriet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monks,
Grauzone,
John Holt,
Byron Stingily,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.