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 Barbados and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Moby Grape to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Move,
Y Pants,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oneida,
Ten City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
Khruangbin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
The Moleskins,
The Kinks,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
Intrusion,
Babytalk,
Neu!,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Whodini,
Scion,
Radio Birdman,
Niagra,
Boredoms,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skarface,
Dual Sessions,
The Techniques,
Quadrant,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
B.T. Express,
The Slits,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
The Names,
Liliput,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
Fela Kuti,
Inner City,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.