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 Swaziland and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Associates to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suicide,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
The Tremeloes,
Alison Limerick,
The Golliwogs,
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
John Lydon,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
The Fall,
The Neon Judgement,
The Walker Brothers,
Delta 5,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review,
CMW,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
The Smoke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith,
The Stooges,
In Retrospect,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quantec,
Fear,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
Dennis Brown,
Sandy B,
Symarip,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.