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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Newcleus to the rap 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Letta Mbulu,
Rotary Connection,
Hasil Adkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flipper,
The Mummies,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moleskins,
R.M.O.,
Todd Terry,
Hashim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
JFA,
Joy Division,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Association,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
Ossler,
Das Ding,
Minny Pops,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
The Trojans,
Cal Tjader,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
Sugar Minott,
Liliput,
Erasure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside,
Ronan,
The Fugs,
The Gladiators,
Minutemen,
Deadbeat,
OOIOO,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bronski Beat,
Dead Boys,
Henry Cow,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.