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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Gong to the electroclash 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Theoretical Girls,
Pylon,
Roxette,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erykah Badu,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
a-ha,
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Happenings,
The Neon Judgement,
Moby Grape,
Au Pairs,
Lindisfarne,
Mark Hollis,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones,
Loose Ends,
The Tremeloes,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
Depeche Mode,
Colin Newman,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai,
Prince Buster,
Ken Boothe,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
L. Decosne,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
Suicide,
Neil Young,
The Move,
Grauzone,
Joe Smooth,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.