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 Jordan and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Newcleus to the electroclash 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
The Index,
Mars,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
X-102,
Wings,
Ossler,
Janne Schatter,
Sparks,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Kinks,
FM Einheit,
Juan Atkins,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Sheep,
The Standells,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
Yaz,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
Ultra Naté,
Hashim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suicide,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
Oneida,
Crime,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
the Germs,
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Rekid,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.