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 Costa Rica and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Altered Images to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
Pole,
Country Joe & The Fish,
LL Cool J,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angry Samoans,
The Gap Band,
Talk Talk,
MDC,
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camberwell Now,
Pylon,
Scratch Acid,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Minor Threat,
Agitation Free,
Anakelly,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Zero Boys,
Bad Manners,
Amazonics,
CMW,
Skriet,
Fluxion,
Skarface,
Skaos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
L. Decosne,
Dark Day,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
Youth Brigade,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
Deadbeat,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Angels of Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.