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 Philippines and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bad Manners to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
LL Cool J,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
Roxy Music,
This Heat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minutemen,
The Count Five,
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slackers,
Smog,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
Parry Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio,
Mantronix,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tears for Fears,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
Interpol,
Ludus,
Yaz,
Gabor Szabo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Robert Wyatt,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker,
Alton Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.