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 United Kingdom and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 The Gun Club to the punk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
Jandek,
Silicon Teens,
Shuggie Otis,
Q and Not U,
OOIOO,
Panda Bear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mr. Review,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
The Star Department,
The Gap Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon,
the Germs,
Pagans,
The Mojo Men,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
Thee Headcoats,
Inner City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delta 5,
Glenn Branca,
Aswad,
The Techniques,
Isaac Hayes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
Shoche,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
UT,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
The Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pierre Henry,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Urselle,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.