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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Eli Mardock to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros 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?
The Stooges,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
The Smoke,
Darondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Davy DMX,
Harmonia,
a-ha,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
cv313,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
Isaac Hayes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed,
Arcadia,
The Real Kids,
Animal Collective,
Roxy Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
Can,
Sandy B,
Franke,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.