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 Ecuador and from London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fat Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Matthew Halsall,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
Buzzcocks,
The Techniques,
DJ Style,
Heaven 17,
Minny Pops,
Dual Sessions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Görl,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dennis Brown,
Iggy Pop,
The American Breed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monolake,
Oblivians,
The Toasters,
Mad Mike,
The Tremeloes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacob Miller,
Harry Pussy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Severed Heads,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
Fela Kuti,
The Gap Band,
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
June of 44,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
K-Klass,
June Days,
Zapp,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.