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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The United States of America to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
Graham Central Station,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Malaria!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T,
Wire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
Bootsy Collins,
Fear,
Eden Ahbez,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Motorama,
The Modern Lovers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sight & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
Rufus Thomas,
Heaven 17,
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
Rites of Spring,
Fugazi,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kas Product,
the Bar-Kays,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faraquet,
Gang Green,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
the Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
Albert Ayler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mr. Review,
Magma,
Excepter,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.