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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Pere Ubu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minor Threat,
Thompson Twins,
Grauzone,
The Neon Judgement,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Susan Cadogan,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry,
Smog,
Derrick May,
Gong,
ABC,
Yaz,
The Sonics,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
The Standells,
Alison Limerick,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q65,
The Smoke,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Star Department,
Arcadia,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
Technova,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.