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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
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 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 The Happenings to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Tommy Roe,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
Roxette,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Wake,
Amon Düül,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
Heaven 17,
Q65,
Stockholm Monsters,
Little Man,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun City Girls,
John Holt,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
Pere Ubu,
Wings,
Surgeon,
Ten City,
Marc Almond,
Pantytec,
Nico,
Ossler,
Desert Stars,
Khruangbin,
Clear Light,
Dennis Brown,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eli Mardock,
Television,
Juan Atkins,
Moss Icon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.