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 Seychelles and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Derrick Morgan to the punk 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cal Tjader,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crime,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
The Cramps,
Hashim,
Lower 48,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grey Daturas,
Kenny Larkin,
Infiniti,
Black Bananas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
the Slits,
The Martian,
JFA,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terry Callier,
Franke,
The Five Americans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
The Tremeloes,
Davy DMX,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
Sugar Minott,
The Durutti Column,
Hardrive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rufus Thomas,
Yaz,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Parry Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Standells,
The Gun Club,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.