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 Portugal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Cheater Slicks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare,
The Durutti Column,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach,
Roxette,
Byron Stingily,
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Model 500,
The Monks,
Stereo Dub,
June Days,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
Television,
Shoche,
Jimmy McGriff,
Royal Trux,
Rekid,
Sparks,
Depeche Mode,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalann,
Con Funk Shun,
The Barracudas,
Easy Going,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope,
Lakeside,
Faust,
The Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Green,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
Malaria!,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.