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 Costa Rica and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Von Mondo,
Television Personalities,
The Slits,
Suicide,
Sister Nancy,
Ossler,
Infiniti,
This Heat,
Slave,
UT,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
Hot Snakes,
Max Romeo,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
Sugar Minott,
The Fortunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Sherman,
David McCallum,
Nico,
Yazoo,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Bar-Kays,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Surgeon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
The Doors,
Thompson Twins,
Pole,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
JFA,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Cal Tjader,
the Association,
Bush Tetras,
Quantec,
Soul II Soul,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.