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 Slovenia and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Vogues,
Sight & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
The Red Krayola,
Stetsasonic,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
John Holt,
Negative Approach,
The Seeds,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang On A Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bluetip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Trojans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultra Naté,
T. Rex,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
The Angels of Light,
Rotary Connection,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mantronix,
The Monks,
The Move,
Heaven 17,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
JFA,
The Motions,
The Invisible,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
Dave Gahan,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.