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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grime 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
Newcleus,
Sparks,
F. McDonald,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Mills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bronski Beat,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
X-101,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
Youth Brigade,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor,
Goldenarms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
Dark Day,
L. Decosne,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
Dual Sessions,
David McCallum,
Hardrive,
Wasted Youth,
New Order,
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Malaria!,
Grey Daturas,
The Smiths,
Fear,
John Foxx,
Khruangbin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tommy Roe,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.