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 Papua New Guinea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 AZ to the rock 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Mantronix,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
Rites of Spring,
Das Ding,
The Doors,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
Joyce Sims,
Nik Kershaw,
Pierre Henry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
New York Dolls,
Thompson Twins,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fat Boys,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick May,
Pulsallama,
Aswad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eddi Front,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Malaria!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brothers Johnson,
Nico,
Aural Exciters,
The Dead C,
Oblivians,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Kas Product,
The Mojo Men,
Sex Pistols,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mr. Review,
Desert Stars,
The Moleskins,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.