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 Thailand and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mr. Review,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dave Clark Five,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
B.T. Express,
U.S. Maple,
Duran Duran,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fad Gadget,
Lightning Bolt,
Altered Images,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
Juan Atkins,
The Birthday Party,
The Dead C,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joey Negro,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
Metal Thangz,
The Misunderstood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
CMW,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suicide,
Interpol,
Niagra,
The Toasters,
Gang Green,
Animal Collective,
Bob Dylan,
John Holt,
Alphaville,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Sneak,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.