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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Pussy Galore to the rock 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
Bang On A Can,
The Residents,
The Slackers,
Second Layer,
The Smiths,
Fat Boys,
the Human League,
The Vogues,
Minny Pops,
Adolescents,
Tears for Fears,
Tim Buckley,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
Monks,
Mandrill,
The Stooges,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
Rod Modell,
Grey Daturas,
Severed Heads,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Easy Going,
Swell Maps,
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tubeway Army,
Alphaville,
Pierre Henry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Al Stewart,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.