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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Alphaville to the punk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
Archie Shepp,
Cymande,
Aswad,
Gang Green,
Motorama,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
Kurtis Blow,
Bronski Beat,
Intrusion,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Trojans,
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Searchers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Josef K,
Pagans,
Blake Baxter,
Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Darondo,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
Liliput,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers,
A Certain Ratio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Guru Guru,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Move,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.