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 Netherlands and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rekid to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Peter and Kerry,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick May,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fall,
Alton Ellis,
Fugazi,
Traffic Nightmare,
This Heat,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
The Fire Engines,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Bush Tetras,
Slick Rick,
The Black Dice,
Nirvana,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camouflage,
Bill Wells,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
10cc,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
Buzzcocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hardrive,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.