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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Morten Harket to the grunge 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Pussy Galore,
Camberwell Now,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pagans,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
E-Dancer,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Easy Going,
The Five Americans,
UT,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
cv313,
K-Klass,
Los Fastidios,
The Kinks,
Von Mondo,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glenn Branca,
Aural Exciters,
Marine Girls,
Simply Red,
Fat Boys,
The Names,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Lynne,
Mark Hollis,
Loose Ends,
JFA,
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.