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 United Kingdom and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Josef K to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
K-Klass,
The Searchers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sound,
Shoche,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
E-Dancer,
China Crisis,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Gabor Szabo,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
the Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sound Behaviour,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
Siglo XX,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
Cybotron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.