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 Kenya 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 a-ha to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalann,
The Zeros,
The Gladiators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Organ,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slackers,
Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fatback Band,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Godley & Creme,
Susan Cadogan,
48th St. Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
Pulsallama,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
Crooked Eye,
Pierre Henry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultra Naté,
Hashim,
Glenn Branca,
Jawbox,
Hoover,
the Sonics,
Model 500,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
Dual Sessions,
The Blackbyrds,
Minor Threat,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Arab on Radar,
Barrington Levy,
The American Breed,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
the Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Near,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.