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 Gabon and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Joy Division to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
Easy Going,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Velvet Underground,
X-102,
Rekid,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vainqueur,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
The New Christs,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Loose Ends,
Shuggie Otis,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Mills,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
The Buckinghams,
Stiv Bators,
Unwound,
Dark Day,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
The J.B.'s,
kango's stein massive,
Liliput,
Howard Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Ituana,
The Durutti Column,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chrome,
Gabor Szabo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
Erasure,
the Swans,
Zero Boys,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.