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 Bhutan and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fugazi 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cowsills,
The Moleskins,
Ten City,
Skaos,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
John Lydon,
the Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
The Gap Band,
Arcadia,
Unwound,
The Doobie Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
Dark Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Zapp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
FM Einheit,
Can,
Chrome,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
The Monks,
Monolake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Camouflage,
Kas Product,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
Sällskapet,
Minnie Riperton,
New Order,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.