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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Black Dice,
Guru Guru,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
Harry Pussy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Siglo XX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
The Happenings,
The Searchers,
This Heat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
The Sound,
The Skatalites,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
Supertramp,
The Fall,
Trumans Water,
Popol Vuh,
cv313,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
Kurtis Blow,
The Move,
The Mummies,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
the Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
Mark Hollis,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.