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 Australia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pussy Galore to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter 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?
Unrelated Segments,
Malaria!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Terry,
The Fall,
Jawbox,
Fear,
The Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
Los Fastidios,
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Associates,
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
Q65,
Skarface,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Mark Hollis,
B.T. Express,
Rosa Yemen,
Lindisfarne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Blake Baxter,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
Negative Approach,
Ultravox,
Aaron Thompson,
D'Angelo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
Stetsasonic,
The Motions,
China Crisis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.