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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Oblivians to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
The Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nils Olav,
The Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minnie Riperton,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
Alton Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Thompson Twins,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacques Brel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
Terry Callier,
Rotary Connection,
Ronnie Foster,
The Tremeloes,
Cymande,
John Lydon,
Country Teasers,
The Last Poets,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Copeland,
Freddie Wadling,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Residents,
a-ha,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.