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 Nigeria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Arthur Verocai to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Style,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
James White and The Blacks,
The Move,
X-Ray Spex,
Kevin Saunderson,
E-Dancer,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
The Gories,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
Eric Dolphy,
Liliput,
The Offenders,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gun Club,
Can,
Sandy B,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fat Boys,
Essential Logic,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Motorama,
Rekid,
Chrome,
Royal Trux,
Deakin,
Goldenarms,
Lyres,
Qualms,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
Al Stewart,
Junior Murvin,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.