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 Cuba and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Buzzcocks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound 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?
Roxette,
Index,
The Pretty Things,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Essential Logic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
Nik Kershaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rekid,
Drexciya,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders,
Au Pairs,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
Iggy Pop,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
Main Source,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
Skaos,
Sällskapet,
8 Eyed Spy,
F. McDonald,
Pylon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry's Kids,
Procol Harum,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler,
The Sonics,
Television,
Al Stewart,
Sparks,
Niagra,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented,
Motorama,
Das Ding,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.