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 Venezuela and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Ituana to the dance 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Accadde A,
Scan 7,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
Anakelly,
Shoche,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Circle Jerks,
Grauzone,
The Young Rascals,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Rundgren,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
Josef K,
Ultimate Spinach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Style,
Hashim,
Jawbox,
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
Ice-T,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Lydon,
The Invisible,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
a-ha,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
Amazonics,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.