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 Tonga and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Iggy Pop to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood 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?
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
Nation of Ulysses,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
Rapeman,
Ultravox,
MC5,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris Corsano,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
Eric Copeland,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
Livin' Joy,
Eden Ahbez,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
OOIOO,
Rekid,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
X-101,
Pylon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dead Boys,
Sugar Minott,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.