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 Indonesia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Archie Shepp to the rock 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Second Layer,
Nirvana,
Wings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
Trumans Water,
The Gun Club,
Scan 7,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lower 48,
Magma,
The Cramps,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
Niagra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The J.B.'s,
Audionom,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
Nik Kershaw,
Heaven 17,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.