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 Malta and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
UT,
Scion,
Fear,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crime,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
Piero Umiliani,
Parry Music,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
Jandek,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
X-102,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
The Evens,
The Selecter,
Aural Exciters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül II,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Harry Pussy,
Reuben Wilson,
Faust,
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
Davy DMX,
Albert Ayler,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall,
the Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.