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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Danielle Patucci to the punk 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Altered Images,
Cybotron,
Jacques Brel,
Cluster,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
The Selecter,
Flipper,
The Angels of Light,
Newcleus,
Make Up,
Darondo,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
Average White Band,
Blancmange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
The United States of America,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
Barrington Levy,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yaz,
Boredoms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Eli Mardock,
Judy Mowatt,
Aswad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
kango's stein massive,
Henry Cow,
Lou Christie,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.