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 Bangladesh and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Scratch Acid to the crunk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Near,
Guru Guru,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blancmange,
Mission of Burma,
Bauhaus,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
The Searchers,
Isaac Hayes,
Fear,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
K-Klass,
Fad Gadget,
Anakelly,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
Television,
The New Christs,
Fugazi,
Hardrive,
Rod Modell,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.