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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Joe Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station,
Sam Rivers,
The Divine Comedy,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
Wolf Eyes,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
Visage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
Toni Rubio,
The Offenders,
Lakeside,
Wire,
Roxy Music,
Organ,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
JFA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Deakin,
Pere Ubu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang On A Can,
The Skatalites,
The Raincoats,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rekid,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter & Gordon,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
The Gap Band,
Bill Near,
Groovy Waters,
The Kinks,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.