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 Greece and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 New Age Steppers to the techno 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
Khruangbin,
The Moody Blues,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
Absolute Body Control,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols,
Juan Atkins,
Hoover,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
JFA,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
Jandek,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
Aloha Tigers,
Minnie Riperton,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
Al Stewart,
The Invisible,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Saints,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
OOIOO,
Rotary Connection,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Copeland,
EPMD,
The Fugs,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.