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 Gambia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 David McCallum to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
The Remains,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
Babytalk,
the Normal,
Little Man,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
Guru Guru,
Oblivians,
Simply Red,
Franke,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siglo XX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suburban Knight,
Bauhaus,
Howard Jones,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monks,
ABBA,
48th St. Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
Lalo Schifrin,
Judy Mowatt,
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
Clear Light,
The Star Department,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
Cheater Slicks,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sister Nancy,
The Knickerbockers,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
World's Most,
the Association,
Gerry Rafferty,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.