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 Albania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Ice-T,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
Drexciya,
Boredoms,
the Slits,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Remains,
Royal Trux,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Fraelich,
Make Up,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
Los Fastidios,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
cv313,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
U.S. Maple,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
Zapp,
Spandau Ballet,
The Star Department,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
Mad Mike,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dave Gahan,
T. Rex,
Dual Sessions,
Cluster,
Unrelated Segments,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
Rhythm & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Skriet,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.