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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Black Flag to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
Model 500,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
Donny Hathaway,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
Scan 7,
Visage,
John Holt,
The Associates,
the Bar-Kays,
Banda Bassotti,
Camberwell Now,
Charles Mingus,
Ituana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cluster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siglo XX,
Cymande,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cybotron,
Quando Quango,
Mr. Review,
Harry Pussy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
The Sound,
Audionom,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Severed Heads,
Simply Red,
Lucky Dragons,
In Retrospect,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
Nas,
Chrome,
Roxette,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
The Offenders,
The Move,
Drexciya,
Y Pants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.