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 Sri Lanka and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Arcadia to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
Sister Nancy,
Intrusion,
The Zeros,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The J.B.'s,
Das Ding,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter and Kerry,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
Urselle,
Make Up,
F. McDonald,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
The Mummies,
Quando Quango,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
Negative Approach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Lynne,
Depeche Mode,
the Germs,
cv313,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun City Girls,
Man Parrish,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry's Kids,
Funkadelic,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
Colin Newman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Index,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Marine Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.