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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Tomorrow to the crunk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Wolf Eyes,
Siglo XX,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
Animal Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Reagan Youth,
The Litter,
The Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Toni Rubio,
Ornette Coleman,
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
The Fall,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Tubeway Army,
Ludus,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young,
Flipper,
Clear Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
World's Most,
The Wake,
Magazine,
Metal Thangz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
Todd Terry,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.