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 Ireland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Main Source to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Public Enemy,
Excepter,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
PIL,
Icehouse,
Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
EPMD,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo,
the Human League,
Royal Trux,
Black Moon,
Audionom,
X-102,
The Remains,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Connie Case,
Mo-Dettes,
Pulsallama,
Mandrill,
Flipper,
The Young Rascals,
Alison Limerick,
the Normal,
Roxette,
New Order,
Eve St. Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
The Wake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
Quadrant,
48th St. Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABC,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
Organ,
Stiv Bators,
Soulsonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.