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 Chad and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Evens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
Barrington Levy,
Crime,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
One Last Wish,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
Wire,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
The Cowsills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Pantaleimon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Star Department,
Brick,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide,
Sandy B,
This Heat,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Chrome,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James White and The Blacks,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aloha Tigers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blackbyrds,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Womack,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.