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 Suriname and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Pantytec to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
cv313,
Jacques Brel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Interpol,
The Blackbyrds,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lyres,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
June of 44,
The Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
Buzzcocks,
Slick Rick,
Popol Vuh,
The Litter,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
Swans,
Ituana,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swell Maps,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
June Days,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.