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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 The Durutti Column to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Sun City Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Excepter,
Aswad,
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
The Cramps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Grauzone,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mummies,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec,
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
Scion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Pus,
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
Loose Ends,
Bush Tetras,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Franke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Godley & Creme,
Tim Buckley,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Nas,
Moebius,
Clear Light,
Goldenarms,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.