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 Costa Rica and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Pop Group,
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Buzzcocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suburban Knight,
The Gladiators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
Fat Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Clear Light,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Animal Collective,
Minutemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eve St. Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
Lindisfarne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faraquet,
The Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slave,
The Names,
Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
The Tremeloes,
Gong,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tim Buckley,
Stereo Dub,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
Ultra Naté,
New Order,
Roy Ayers,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.