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 Comoros and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sandy B,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-Ray Spex,
the Normal,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
Interpol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hashim,
Buzzcocks,
The Wake,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
The Names,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Moon,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Rundgren,
Minnie Riperton,
Lightning Bolt,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
Ronan,
The Gladiators,
Crime,
Ituana,
Nas,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Henry Cow,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
Sam Rivers,
Symarip,
Slick Rick,
New Order,
Inner City,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
Cameo,
The Invisible,
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.