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 Mauritius and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Max Romeo,
MC5,
Roger Hodgson,
Aural Exciters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
The Invisible,
Intrusion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Flesh Eaters,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
Ten City,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dirtbombs,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cowsills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Finger,
The Busters,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
Pole,
Newcleus,
Brass Construction,
Harry Pussy,
Pagans,
Desert Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
The Cramps,
Ponytail,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.