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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Youth Brigade to the electroclash 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
Monks,
Fatback Band,
Ossler,
Stiv Bators,
John Holt,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
Hardrive,
The Dead C,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aaron Thompson,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultravox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
Yazoo,
June of 44,
Skaos,
Swans,
Procol Harum,
Alison Limerick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxette,
Blake Baxter,
Gong,
Junior Murvin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Busters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
The Blackbyrds,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.