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 Swaziland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
Stereo Dub,
Talk Talk,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
The Kinks,
Massinfluence,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxette,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cal Tjader,
Deakin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ossler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
Scan 7,
Icehouse,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
Clear Light,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crash Course in Science,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
D'Angelo,
Dead Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
Anakelly,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
the Germs,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.