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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ten City,
Average White Band,
The Vogues,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
Qualms,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
The Techniques,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
Soft Machine,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Moon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Intrusion,
Leonard Cohen,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skriet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Grass Roots,
Agent Orange,
Bob Dylan,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nirvana,
Brass Construction,
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Royal Trux,
Brick,
Mo-Dettes,
Angry Samoans,
D'Angelo,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.