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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vladislav Delay to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Aswad,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
Drexciya,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry's Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gichy Dan,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
Warren Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
The Smiths,
Surgeon,
The Five Americans,
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slackers,
Bill Wells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nirvana,
The Kinks,
The Litter,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Remains,
Kayak,
Interpol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The New Christs,
World's Most,
Bizarre Inc.,
Metal Thangz,
D'Angelo,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
Banda Bassotti,
Joy Division,
Visage,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.