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 Hungary 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Aloha Tigers,
Dennis Brown,
Ultimate Spinach,
Duran Duran,
Throbbing Gristle,
Josef K,
Ronnie Foster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
Minor Threat,
New York Dolls,
Tom Boy,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
Hot Snakes,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slits,
Patti Smith,
Cameo,
Scrapy,
Gang Starr,
The Star Department,
The Raincoats,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Near,
The Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
T. Rex,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
The Zeros,
Harry Pussy,
Procol Harum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Rundgren,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sparks,
Nirvana,
Suicide,
UT,
Pet Shop Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.