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 Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fall to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
The Fugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
Mr. Review,
Mad Mike,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
Lyres,
Rufus Thomas,
the Normal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blancmange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
The American Breed,
Symarip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Saints,
Au Pairs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Das Ding,
Cymande,
Chrome,
Joe Smooth,
Swell Maps,
The Fall,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.