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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Angry Samoans,
Godley & Creme,
Skaos,
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo,
Archie Shepp,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
Heaven 17,
Dawn Penn,
Das Ding,
Ultra Naté,
Roxy Music,
Scrapy,
Harry Pussy,
Chrome,
Cymande,
Pole,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
Anakelly,
Jacques Brel,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
Magazine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-102,
Neu!,
Index,
China Crisis,
Ponytail,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Clarke,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Pagans,
H. Thieme,
Anthony Braxton,
Niagra,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
The Sonics,
The Selecter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spandau Ballet,
Patti Smith,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.