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 Malta and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suicide to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Banda Bassotti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul II Soul,
The Fall,
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
R.M.O.,
Kurtis Blow,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
The Vogues,
Robert Görl,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Japan,
The Pop Group,
Qualms,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls,
Organ,
Grauzone,
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
Barrington Levy,
The Seeds,
Quantec,
Nik Kershaw,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players,
The Litter,
DNA,
John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.