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 Thailand and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Count Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Simply Red,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
Cluster,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Dennis Brown,
The Kinks,
Fear,
Iggy Pop,
Quantec,
The Selecter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris & Cosey,
the Normal,
John Foxx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dead Boys,
Hardrive,
Fluxion,
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rod Modell,
Joe Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Schoolly D,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
The Evens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kayak,
Nation of Ulysses,
AZ,
Moss Icon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minutemen,
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin,
X-102,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sparks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Moon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.