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 Niger and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dark Day to the grunge 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
Bronski Beat,
Excepter,
Tom Boy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boz Scaggs,
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rufus Thomas,
Ohio Players,
The Victims,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Au Pairs,
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control,
David McCallum,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra,
the Swans,
The Smiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
Sight & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultra Naté,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
The Blackbyrds,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eden Ahbez,
Trumans Water,
The Leaves,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Association,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Clarke,
Dead Boys,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.