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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 John Coltrane to the crunk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Sonics,
Subhumans,
Derrick Morgan,
Oblivians,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sex Pistols,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-Ray Spex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
Dark Day,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
B.T. Express,
Vainqueur,
The Golliwogs,
Barry Ungar,
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
Unwound,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
48th St. Collective,
Fat Boys,
Arcadia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Average White Band,
Robert Wyatt,
MDC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
Porter Ricks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hardrive,
Tim Buckley,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
Gong,
Cymande,
The Remains,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
JFA,
Colin Newman,
Deadbeat,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.