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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Drive Like Jehu to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Ultimate Spinach,
Audionom,
The Slackers,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Standells,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
Laurel Aitken,
Anthony Braxton,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
Kurtis Blow,
Rod Modell,
Faust,
Model 500,
The Shadows of Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
UT,
Sun City Girls,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
Joy Division,
Franke,
a-ha,
The Blues Magoos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mummies,
The Young Rascals,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.