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 Colombia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
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 organ 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 Rekid to the electroclash 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
Eddi Front,
K-Klass,
Supertramp,
The Zeros,
Jerry's Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Radiohead,
Slave,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Bananas,
Drexciya,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
The Young Rascals,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
Fugazi,
New York Dolls,
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
UT,
DJ Style,
The Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swell Maps,
The Trojans,
T. Rex,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.