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 Bulgaria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Susan Cadogan 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Görl,
Althea and Donna,
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal,
Supertramp,
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
Anakelly,
The Toasters,
Guru Guru,
Thee Headcoats,
Smog,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
Junior Murvin,
Hardrive,
The Blackbyrds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
Roger Hodgson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
Sällskapet,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moleskins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick May,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
Los Fastidios,
Archie Shepp,
Oblivians,
Negative Approach,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
DJ Sneak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agent Orange,
Roxette,
Fad Gadget,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dawn Penn,
Swans,
Panda Bear,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
Henry Cow,
The Smiths,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.