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 Chile and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Excepter to the electroclash 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Roxette,
The Knickerbockers,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
Jeff Mills,
Smog,
Junior Murvin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blues Magoos,
The Barracudas,
Warsaw,
Can,
David Bowie,
Eric Dolphy,
Stockholm Monsters,
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ossler,
Massinfluence,
Severed Heads,
Pulsallama,
World's Most,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
Dead Boys,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
Stiv Bators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
Clear Light,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.