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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Gories to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
Bauhaus,
Howard Jones,
Darondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
Ice-T,
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
Bobby Womack,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mo-Dettes,
Fad Gadget,
Smog,
Bill Near,
Lou Christie,
Accadde A,
Television,
Pantytec,
Sun City Girls,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter and Kerry,
Blancmange,
L. Decosne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
Jandek,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
The Neon Judgement,
R.M.O.,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joy Division,
Flash Fearless,
Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.