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 Fiji and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 E-Dancer to the electroclash 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Pantytec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Urselle,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
The Standells,
Rapeman,
LL Cool J,
AZ,
Procol Harum,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
FM Einheit,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spandau Ballet,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Brass Construction,
Iggy Pop,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
Bronski Beat,
Porter Ricks,
Magazine,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
Das Ding,
The Mummies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül,
Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
The Barracudas,
The Grass Roots,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Stooges,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.