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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pulsallama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Janne Schatter,
Whodini,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eden Ahbez,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
Deakin,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
Underground Resistance,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
the Normal,
Aaron Thompson,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camouflage,
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lindisfarne,
Pere Ubu,
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
Lightning Bolt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.