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 Netherlands and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Graham Central Station to the funk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas,
Sandy B,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cowsills,
Mars,
Mark Hollis,
Junior Murvin,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
Laurel Aitken,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
Metal Thangz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
Negative Approach,
Heaven 17,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
Mantronix,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-Ray Spex,
Spoonie Gee,
Jandek,
10cc,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sound Behaviour,
Iggy Pop,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Y Pants,
the Association,
Johnny Clarke,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronnie Foster,
Aloha Tigers,
Goldenarms,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yazoo,
Rod Modell,
Clear Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Joensuu 1685,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Basic Channel,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
The Motions,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.