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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Joe Finger to the disco 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Fraelich,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
John Holt,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike,
Flash Fearless,
Masters at Work,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fugazi,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
The Zeros,
Bang On A Can,
Marine Girls,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
Scan 7,
Kevin Saunderson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Last Poets,
Excepter,
The Slackers,
Zapp,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
Urselle,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Derrick May,
Joy Division,
Terry Callier,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gladiators,
the Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Pulsallama,
The Offenders,
Robert Hood,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
Malaria!,
the Association,
PIL,
Ronnie Foster,
Scrapy,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.