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 Djibouti and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 The Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Byron Stingily,
The Fortunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Shoche,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy Collins,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suicide,
Moebius,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter and Kerry,
Nico,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
The Smoke,
Tommy Roe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
Bad Manners,
Scan 7,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
The Motions,
Ludus,
Can,
Absolute Body Control,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
T.S.O.L.,
The Stooges,
Pantaleimon,
The Fugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerri Chandler,
The Busters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quantec,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
The Gun Club,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.