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 Philippines and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 kango's stein massive to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi 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?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Livin' Joy,
Stiv Bators,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantytec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hasil Adkins,
FM Einheit,
PIL,
Television Personalities,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Motorama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aural Exciters,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
Robert Wyatt,
Dave Gahan,
Joey Negro,
ABBA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
Schoolly D,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Eddi Front,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
Wolf Eyes,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alton Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Bob Dylan,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.