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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Spoonie Gee to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Japan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
The Techniques,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fall,
The Neon Judgement,
Sandy B,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
F. McDonald,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crime,
Eric Copeland,
Altered Images,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boz Scaggs,
World's Most,
The Doors,
One Last Wish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Selecter,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
Howard Jones,
Aswad,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Litter,
The Names,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bad Manners,
Kayak,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Guru Guru,
Robert Wyatt,
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.