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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Section 25 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Thompson Twins,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
Joyce Sims,
Roxy Music,
Soft Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Ituana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
Rufus Thomas,
Harry Pussy,
Agent Orange,
Peter & Gordon,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
Moebius,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
The Last Poets,
Smog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Finger,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
Procol Harum,
Inner City,
Amon Düül II,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Ossler,
Lyres,
The Litter,
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
Byron Stingily,
Morten Harket,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Lynne,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
Scan 7,
Model 500,
D'Angelo,
Intrusion,
The Remains,
Sugar Minott,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.