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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the crunk 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
Pulsallama,
Siglo XX,
Ken Boothe,
the Human League,
The Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sound Behaviour,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
Drexciya,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
the Association,
Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
the Germs,
John Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mantronix,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Minutemen,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
48th St. Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster,
Wire,
Chrome,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
Underground Resistance,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cowsills,
Smog,
The Real Kids,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.