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 Nauru and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David Bowie to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
Matthew Halsall,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
The Martian,
The Gap Band,
Josef K,
Circle Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mad Mike,
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel,
Flash Fearless,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Al Stewart,
Unrelated Segments,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Mills,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
Chris & Cosey,
Mark Hollis,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101,
The Saints,
Joe Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
Au Pairs,
Loose Ends,
Fatback Band,
Television,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
The Invisible,
In Retrospect,
Ralphi Rosario,
Average White Band,
Trumans Water,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.