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 Paraguay and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The J.B.'s to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Los Fastidios,
The Saints,
Faust,
Angry Samoans,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
Ossler,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grauzone,
The Toasters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nik Kershaw,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
Skarface,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dark Day,
Mantronix,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wally Richardson,
Sister Nancy,
Kaleidoscope,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Order,
The American Breed,
Pantaleimon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
E-Dancer,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
Easy Going,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.