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 Niger and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Simply Red to the dance 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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül,
Absolute Body Control,
Jandek,
David Bowie,
Colin Newman,
F. McDonald,
Delta 5,
Kurtis Blow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Patti Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
Camberwell Now,
China Crisis,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed,
Pantaleimon,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker,
The Modern Lovers,
Swans,
Eddi Front,
Con Funk Shun,
Make Up,
June of 44,
Nik Kershaw,
Angry Samoans,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
UT,
Radiohead,
John Holt,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
Gabor Szabo,
Hot Snakes,
Subhumans,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
AZ,
Jacques Brel,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen,
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
The Misunderstood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
Public Enemy,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.