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 East Timor and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 cv313 to the grunge 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Quadrant,
Dead Boys,
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
Supertramp,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Kinks,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
Lower 48,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
Groovy Waters,
UT,
Bill Wells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scion,
MDC,
Eddi Front,
Accadde A,
Crooked Eye,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson,
Jacob Miller,
Suicide,
the Bar-Kays,
Simply Red,
Toni Rubio,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
Kayak,
The Wake,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
Yazoo,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp,
Black Bananas,
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.