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 Lesotho and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Tommy Roe to the electroclash 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
Von Mondo,
Jacques Brel,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantytec,
Q and Not U,
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Audionom,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
Hot Snakes,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Near,
Crime,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young,
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mr. Review,
Albert Ayler,
Wire,
Steve Hackett,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party,
The Trojans,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed,
Model 500,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soulsonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joy Division,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins,
June Days,
Urselle,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.