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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Sight & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review,
Qualms,
Fugazi,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days,
LL Cool J,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
OOIOO,
Black Flag,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter & Gordon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
Schoolly D,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
the Germs,
Technova,
the Association,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
Hot Snakes,
the Bar-Kays,
Can,
Das Ding,
Susan Cadogan,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive,
World's Most,
Joe Smooth,
Boredoms,
Kayak,
Porter Ricks,
kango's stein massive,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.