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 Korea North 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Banda Bassotti to the rock 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-102,
Chris Corsano,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erasure,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
The Saints,
Gong,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantytec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu,
Shuggie Otis,
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
The United States of America,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott Heron,
AZ,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Schoolly D,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Parrish,
the Swans,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
Minutemen,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.