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 Mauritius and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Robert Görl to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Mars,
The Vogues,
The Buckinghams,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
Pulsallama,
Porter Ricks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neu!,
Pantaleimon,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Janne Schatter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alphaville,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Y Pants,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Foxx,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
Pylon,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented,
Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Althea and Donna,
Letta Mbulu,
Marmalade,
Cymande,
David McCallum,
The J.B.'s,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Trumans Water,
Lee Hazlewood,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.