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 Norway and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Victims 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Patti Smith,
The Happenings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
The Zeros,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
Section 25,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
cv313,
Y Pants,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
Bluetip,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sam Rivers,
The Gap Band,
Sixth Finger,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
Sandy B,
B.T. Express,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Von Mondo,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites,
The American Breed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Motorama,
Liliput,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
Bush Tetras,
Nico,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.