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 Guyana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Howard Jones to the dance 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
The J.B.'s,
Intrusion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fat Boys,
The Motions,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators,
AZ,
The Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Schoolly D,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flipper,
Can,
Technova,
Youth Brigade,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rotary Connection,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
Crime,
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shoche,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
Gichy Dan,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
The Red Krayola,
Archie Shepp,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
Q and Not U,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sound,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
Roger Hodgson,
the Association,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.