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 Malawi and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dennis Brown to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
Fugazi,
Symarip,
F. McDonald,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Tremeloes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Order,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
Royal Trux,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
Slave,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
DJ Style,
Q and Not U,
David Axelrod,
Pylon,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gichy Dan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Parrish,
Main Source,
The Busters,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Subhumans,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
Little Man,
Connie Case,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.