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 Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Circle Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Toasters,
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swell Maps,
Swans,
Technova,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick May,
The Durutti Column,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
Model 500,
Whodini,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
Todd Terry,
Blancmange,
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
Quantec,
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum,
Pantytec,
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Green,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bronski Beat,
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
The Moody Blues,
Zero Boys,
Jacob Miller,
X-102,
Q and Not U,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
Jawbox,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.