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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Danielle Patucci to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
cv313,
Aswad,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio,
Dual Sessions,
Chrome,
Basic Channel,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
Saccharine Trust,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
John Coltrane,
Little Man,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
The Five Americans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
Flamin' Groovies,
The United States of America,
Minor Threat,
Barry Ungar,
Alice Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moleskins,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
Nico,
Pylon,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.