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 Malta and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Section 25 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
The Smiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
The Grass Roots,
Fad Gadget,
Wings,
Quadrant,
X-102,
Yazoo,
Neu!,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Niagra,
Lindisfarne,
Cameo,
Gong,
In Retrospect,
the Association,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
Desert Stars,
Fat Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source,
The Misunderstood,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
Goldenarms,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Ohio Players,
Organ,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.