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 Togo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Shoche to the grunge 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlback,
FM Einheit,
Wire,
Bush Tetras,
The Barracudas,
Mark Hollis,
L. Decosne,
The Fugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
Lower 48,
Pylon,
Mars,
Robert Wyatt,
The Move,
Darondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Style,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
Rekid,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zapp,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABBA,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dawn Penn,
Whodini,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
The Young Rascals,
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
The Gories,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Patti Smith,
Simply Red,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.