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 Israel and from London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Moby Grape to the crunk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Terry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Byron Stingily,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
L. Decosne,
Aloha Tigers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pere Ubu,
Patti Smith,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Tom Boy,
The Gories,
Japan,
Magazine,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bush Tetras,
the Human League,
Warsaw,
Circle Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-102,
The Kinks,
Television,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.