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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
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 Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Schoolly D to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Chrome,
Dual Sessions,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
New Order,
Fatback Band,
Nirvana,
These Immortal Souls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Severed Heads,
Zapp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
Spandau Ballet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
Stiv Bators,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra,
Scion,
Urselle,
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harmonia,
Gong,
The Durutti Column,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lungfish,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
Rosa Yemen,
Tears for Fears,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.