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 Syria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Juan Atkins to the rock 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Gang of Four,
Neu!,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
Q and Not U,
La Düsseldorf,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
Faraquet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
The Litter,
Minutemen,
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
L. Decosne,
Hashim,
Neil Young,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Stooges,
Delta 5,
The Busters,
Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonic Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II,
Aural Exciters,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Carl Craig,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Gong,
U.S. Maple,
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.