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 Ghana and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
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 organ 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 Visage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gong,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
Ronnie Foster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Don Cherry,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Althea and Donna,
Parry Music,
Supertramp,
Bang On A Can,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Litter,
Erasure,
Black Flag,
Das Ding,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Wings,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
Sight & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quantec,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magazine,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doors,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.