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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Whodini to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Sonics,
Amazonics,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kaleidoscope,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
The Barracudas,
Monolake,
The Doors,
Hashim,
Outsiders,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
Second Layer,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Camouflage,
Los Fastidios,
Godley & Creme,
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
Little Man,
Black Flag,
The Cramps,
Cluster,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
New Order,
H. Thieme,
Boz Scaggs,
The Names,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deakin,
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
Fluxion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.