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 Suriname and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Moby Grape to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
Wings,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
the Normal,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
Howard Jones,
Anakelly,
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
Thompson Twins,
Man Parrish,
Deepchord,
The Golliwogs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
Unrelated Segments,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
Hoover,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gichy Dan,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
Essential Logic,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Dave Gahan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
Ludus,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.