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 Uruguay and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Tropical Tobacco to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Icehouse,
Idris Muhammad,
Urselle,
Swell Maps,
The Invisible,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
Susan Cadogan,
Talk Talk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dark Day,
Newcleus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
Gong,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
The Birthday Party,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
Subhumans,
F. McDonald,
The Saints,
The Motions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Associates,
the Human League,
Man Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Offenders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Germs,
Average White Band,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
Mars,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
Sugar Minott,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.