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 Palau and from New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rapeman to the funk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
The Cure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Leonard Cohen,
Dawn Penn,
Wire,
Reagan Youth,
X-102,
Gabor Szabo,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
Johnny Clarke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Mad Mike,
Hashim,
Aloha Tigers,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris & Cosey,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding,
Gang Starr,
Young Marble Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alison Limerick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blancmange,
Crime,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Green,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
The Star Department,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.