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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Y Pants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ossler,
Darondo,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
Prince Buster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Godley & Creme,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things,
Hoover,
Von Mondo,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Severed Heads,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
Fatback Band,
Pagans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion,
Ronnie Foster,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
Kenny Larkin,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
A Certain Ratio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Velvet Underground,
Alphaville,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.