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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 The Wake to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Monks,
Echospace,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Move,
Rapeman,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
Joe Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
Jacques Brel,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Josef K,
Sugar Minott,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
Toni Rubio,
Accadde A,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
Jandek,
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Piero Umiliani,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
Simply Red,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Yusef Lateef,
Donald Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Silicon Teens,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.