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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 The Move to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Finger,
Brick,
Jawbox,
Tears for Fears,
Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sister Nancy,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
The Vogues,
cv313,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Shoche,
Radiohead,
Television,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
the Bar-Kays,
Spoonie Gee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grey Daturas,
Joy Division,
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
the Germs,
John Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Goldenarms,
Supertramp,
Neu!,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Angels of Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spandau Ballet,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.