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 Panama and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Divine Comedy to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols 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?
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
Wire,
Brand Nubian,
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monks,
Second Layer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs,
Con Funk Shun,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
Boredoms,
Faraquet,
The Star Department,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
Drexciya,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Easy Going,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pop Group,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
Sandy B,
Groovy Waters,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
The Evens,
The Techniques,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.