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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Stiv Bators to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Radio Birdman,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
MC5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June of 44,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
The United States of America,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quantec,
L. Decosne,
Blake Baxter,
Trumans Water,
Dave Gahan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Infiniti,
X-101,
The Blackbyrds,
Lower 48,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
New Order,
Moebius,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
Stiv Bators,
Drexciya,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
China Crisis,
Roxette,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.