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 Djibouti and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Mantronix,
The Fuzztones,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
John Lydon,
Tears for Fears,
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
Ultravox,
Derrick May,
Cheater Slicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camouflage,
Deadbeat,
The Stooges,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Residents,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ludus,
June Days,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
Newcleus,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
The Slackers,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Green,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visage,
Amon Düül II,
Idris Muhammad,
Boredoms,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.