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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Sällskapet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
The Fuzztones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fat Boys,
Mars,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
Tommy Roe,
Boz Scaggs,
Massinfluence,
James White and The Blacks,
Malaria!,
The Techniques,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skriet,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
Faust,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Wyatt,
Deakin,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
the Swans,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Aural Exciters,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
the Soft Cell,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.