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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gichy Dan to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mummies,
Scratch Acid,
Babytalk,
Grauzone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Vogues,
Minnie Riperton,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
Sister Nancy,
Flash Fearless,
Inner City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
Siglo XX,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxette,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hashim,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
Suicide,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
X-102,
The J.B.'s,
the Association,
X-101,
kango's stein massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Isaac Hayes,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
B.T. Express,
Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
H. Thieme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wasted Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
Prince Buster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.