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 Bahrain and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Scott Walker to the electroclash 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
the Slits,
Second Layer,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sandy B,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Guru Guru,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick Morgan,
Barry Ungar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drexciya,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Lynne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Niagra,
The Fugs,
Kas Product,
Rod Modell,
Ronan,
Infiniti,
Nas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Almond,
The Offenders,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
Symarip,
The Gories,
Gichy Dan,
Duran Duran,
Robert Wyatt,
Cymande,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter & Gordon,
the Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
Ice-T,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
Faust,
Joensuu 1685,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
Kayak,
Soul II Soul,
Dave Gahan,
Nirvana,
K-Klass,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.