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 Portugal and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blake Baxter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
Saccharine Trust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
Wire,
Model 500,
Tres Demented,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
Little Man,
Tom Boy,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
Monolake,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dual Sessions,
Cameo,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxette,
June Days,
Yellowson,
Marc Almond,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
Ken Boothe,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
kango's stein massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Heaven 17,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
Los Fastidios,
Loose Ends,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
Kayak,
LL Cool J,
Moebius,
The Human League,
R.M.O.,
Swans,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.