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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 A Certain Ratio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
The Invisible,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
Soulsonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Procol Harum,
Lindisfarne,
Nico,
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas,
Rekid,
the Bar-Kays,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pole,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mission of Burma,
Jawbox,
the Human League,
Qualms,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Pierre Henry,
Symarip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.