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 Gambia and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cure to the dance 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Au Pairs,
Fad Gadget,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wire,
Japan,
Black Flag,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pulsallama,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers,
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
The Grass Roots,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lungfish,
the Slits,
The Standells,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
EPMD,
The Motions,
The Names,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gabor Szabo,
Cybotron,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Technova,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.