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 Samoa and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
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 spring reverb 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 Black Flag to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
Tropical Tobacco,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reagan Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
Hardrive,
The Dirtbombs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Normal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
DJ Sneak,
Tears for Fears,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxette,
Lalann,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Order,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
X-102,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dave Gahan,
Theoretical Girls,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Last Poets,
Popol Vuh,
The Wake,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
Joy Division,
Howard Jones,
Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League,
Whodini,
The Dead C,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.