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 Angola and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Evens to the rap 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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Loose Ends,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
Brick,
The Standells,
the Sonics,
The Searchers,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
Man Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soulsonic Force,
ABBA,
Matthew Halsall,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
L. Decosne,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
The Gap Band,
Derrick May,
Patti Smith,
Marc Almond,
Fad Gadget,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review,
Magma,
Audionom,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swans,
Grauzone,
Groovy Waters,
Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Zero Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.