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 Mongolia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Tom Verlaine 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 the Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Man Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Harmonia,
Stetsasonic,
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
Loose Ends,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mad Mike,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marmalade,
Todd Rundgren,
Clear Light,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Cymande,
Circle Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
John Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rapeman,
Rod Modell,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
Cecil Taylor,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.