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 Thailand and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grime 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket,
Motorama,
The Stooges,
Rekid,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-102,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dennis Brown,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
The Dave Clark Five,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers,
MC5,
The Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Wells,
This Heat,
Babytalk,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
La Düsseldorf,
Con Funk Shun,
Blancmange,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Freddie Wadling,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
Glenn Branca,
U.S. Maple,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barbara Tucker,
Nas,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
Japan,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rosa Yemen,
Pere Ubu,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.