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 Ukraine and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
Neu!,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Dual Sessions,
The Durutti Column,
MDC,
U.S. Maple,
the Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Desert Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
AZ,
Terry Callier,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monochrome Set,
Marmalade,
R.M.O.,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
The Gories,
Metal Thangz,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus,
Quantec,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
the Swans,
Newcleus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
Trumans Water,
Ultra Naté,
Oblivians,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.