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 Namibia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Happenings to the techno 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Buzzcocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
Alton Ellis,
The Residents,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
Swans,
Rekid,
Duran Duran,
John Foxx,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
Funkadelic,
Althea and Donna,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Don Cherry,
Pylon,
Gong,
Sandy B,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
Black Flag,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Victims,
Joe Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Faraquet,
Skriet,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
Excepter,
Jerry's Kids,
Nirvana,
Thompson Twins,
Rakim,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.