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 Cape Verde and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bluetip to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Hashim,
Lungfish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stiv Bators,
Agent Orange,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suicide,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cybotron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agitation Free,
The Sisters of Mercy,
KRS-One,
Can,
The Dead C,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
Moss Icon,
The Moleskins,
Index,
Bad Manners,
the Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rakim,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
Bobby Sherman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Al Stewart,
cv313,
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
Procol Harum,
the Normal,
Con Funk Shun,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Smooth,
Wings,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
K-Klass,
Inner City,
The Fall,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.