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 Ireland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sexual Harrassment to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
Nico,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ornette Coleman,
Michelle Simonal,
Ten City,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
Sex Pistols,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
R.M.O.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
Cymande,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gap Band,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
The Zeros,
the Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cramps,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
F. McDonald,
Aloha Tigers,
Reagan Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Public Enemy,
10cc,
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Parry Music,
Jeff Mills,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.