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 Libya and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Smiths to the funk 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Young Rascals,
Crime,
Minutemen,
the Swans,
Rapeman,
Vainqueur,
The Fuzztones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
JFA,
Drexciya,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
Lindisfarne,
The Birthday Party,
Monks,
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Carl Craig,
Warsaw,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
New York Dolls,
John Holt,
the Human League,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
Todd Terry,
Essential Logic,
Icehouse,
Simply Red,
a-ha,
Rufus Thomas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
Ornette Coleman,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
Ohio Players,
John Cale,
Pole,
The Dead C,
Organ,
Throbbing Gristle,
The J.B.'s,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.