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 Cambodia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Mo-Dettes 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Count Five,
Crime,
Pierre Henry,
Groovy Waters,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Loose Ends,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
the Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang On A Can,
The Wake,
The Divine Comedy,
Accadde A,
Henry Cow,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Desert Stars,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
Zero Boys,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
In Retrospect,
Bush Tetras,
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Remains,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
Barry Ungar,
Cluster,
Television,
The Trojans,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
Dawn Penn,
Jawbox,
Ultra Naté,
Agitation Free,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.