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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Star Department to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Minnie Riperton,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
Howard Jones,
Erasure,
MDC,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
Erykah Badu,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neu!,
Mars,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
The Wake,
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Real Kids,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
Masters at Work,
Scion,
Roxette,
David Bowie,
Moss Icon,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B,
Pere Ubu,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
Reuben Wilson,
Trumans Water,
Sugar Minott,
ABBA,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.