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 Nigeria and from London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Fad Gadget to the disco 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Ornette Coleman,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
U.S. Maple,
Liliput,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sarah Menescal,
CMW,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Rekid,
The Smiths,
MC5,
The Offenders,
The Dirtbombs,
The Searchers,
Guru Guru,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heaven 17,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun City Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blues Magoos,
Saccharine Trust,
The Skatalites,
Scion,
Q and Not U,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skaos,
Whodini,
Rapeman,
Mantronix,
Audionom,
Fad Gadget,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.