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 Kuwait and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
The Fall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
Carl Craig,
Ice-T,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amazonics,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monks,
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
Mo-Dettes,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Move,
DNA,
Black Bananas,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visage,
Bobby Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
Judy Mowatt,
Surgeon,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros,
The Index,
Davy DMX,
Derrick May,
ABC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Music Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.