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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Man Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Sherman,
Ituana,
The Raincoats,
Dual Sessions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
Audionom,
FM Einheit,
the Normal,
The Tremeloes,
The Pretty Things,
Susan Cadogan,
Warren Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ossler,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fortunes,
Warsaw,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flipper,
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
Joy Division,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Parrish,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Bar-Kays,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.