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 San Marino and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
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 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 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 Sällskapet to the dance 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
Model 500,
The Move,
Janne Schatter,
Wolf Eyes,
Q65,
The Star Department,
Colin Newman,
Morten Harket,
The Selecter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
The Pop Group,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
Slave,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
Jawbox,
LL Cool J,
Young Marble Giants,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
Surgeon,
Pere Ubu,
Pantaleimon,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
Echospace,
The Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Archie Shepp,
Black Flag,
Lungfish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sound Behaviour,
Connie Case,
Interpol,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Neu!,
Soft Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sound,
MDC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
The Kinks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.