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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Circle Jerks to the jazz 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Tres Demented,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
The Index,
Television,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drexciya,
Pussy Galore,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
The Mummies,
Iggy Pop,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
Joy Division,
Harmonia,
Quando Quango,
Wings,
Depeche Mode,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minutemen,
Eurythmics,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
Underground Resistance,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Y Pants,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
the Germs,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.