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 Nicaragua and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Bologna and Bremen.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Fire Engines to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alton Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
One Last Wish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lungfish,
the Slits,
Mandrill,
Half Japanese,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
The Moody Blues,
Joensuu 1685,
Schoolly D,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Arcadia,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Iggy Pop,
New York Dolls,
MC5,
Aswad,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Massinfluence,
The Fortunes,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
Darondo,
Groovy Waters,
The Evens,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
June Days,
Nils Olav,
Scientists,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
Television Personalities,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.