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 South Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
Barrington Levy,
The Happenings,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
Porter Ricks,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fela Kuti,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agent Orange,
The Victims,
World's Most,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
Terry Callier,
Rod Modell,
Skarface,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funkadelic,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Interpol,
Kayak,
Cymande,
Zero Boys,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
The Evens,
the Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.