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 South Sudan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grunge 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
kango's stein massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
The Sonics,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
Pagans,
Second Layer,
Roger Hodgson,
The Remains,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
Gong,
Black Moon,
In Retrospect,
Babytalk,
The Barracudas,
Shoche,
Hardrive,
Brothers Johnson,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
Aswad,
Isaac Hayes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
Aaron Thompson,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.