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 Jamaica and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 PIL to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Marmalade,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
X-Ray Spex,
A Certain Ratio,
Maurizio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
Scion,
MDC,
Gang Green,
Crime,
Monolake,
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
Ten City,
Cymande,
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
Los Fastidios,
Agent Orange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Trojans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Qualms,
Moebius,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Suburban Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Silicon Teens,
Altered Images,
Donald Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
UT,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.