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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 The Young Rascals to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Starr,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Popol Vuh,
JFA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rites of Spring,
Second Layer,
Chrome,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mandrill,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flipper,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
The Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
The Mummies,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Jawbox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Juan Atkins,
Qualms,
The Kinks,
Carl Craig,
Vainqueur,
The Index,
Skarface,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
Sister Nancy,
Agent Orange,
UT,
Desert Stars,
The United States of America,
Mantronix,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.