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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Drexciya to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Joy Division,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Don Cherry,
Sound Behaviour,
Absolute Body Control,
the Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Technova,
Yaz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Lou Christie,
Hot Snakes,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Happenings,
Surgeon,
Television,
Schoolly D,
Pole,
Harry Pussy,
New Age Steppers,
The Invisible,
Banda Bassotti,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Franke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Görl,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
The Gories,
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
Rosa Yemen,
Lyres,
the Slits,
Stereo Dub,
X-102,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
Saccharine Trust,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.