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 Nepal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Qualms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Order,
Black Moon,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
In Retrospect,
Kerri Chandler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yaz,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Freddie Wadling,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sex Pistols,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sparks,
Sight & Sound,
Excepter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
cv313,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
Aloha Tigers,
Das Ding,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
Tubeway Army,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skriet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
a-ha,
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
Slave,
The New Christs,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.