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 Tonga and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-Ray Spex to the techno 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echospace,
The Cowsills,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zapp,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk,
Funkadelic,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
the Normal,
Aswad,
Howard Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
These Immortal Souls,
Tears for Fears,
Wally Richardson,
Alison Limerick,
Kas Product,
Brass Construction,
The Saints,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Count Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Sam Rivers,
The Litter,
Rekid,
Clear Light,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
Eurythmics,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.