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 Denmark and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kerri Chandler to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Livin' Joy,
Boredoms,
Blake Baxter,
Q65,
Lalann,
U.S. Maple,
Aloha Tigers,
The Divine Comedy,
the Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
The Happenings,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lakeside,
Josef K,
Rekid,
Marine Girls,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronan,
Siglo XX,
Scratch Acid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Searchers,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
New Order,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sällskapet,
Cybotron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pussy Galore,
Delta 5,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marmalade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub,
Leonard Cohen,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxy Music,
Clear Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.