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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Funky Four + One to the rock 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Magazine,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Cameo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
Can,
PIL,
Amazonics,
Slave,
Letta Mbulu,
Negative Approach,
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
Au Pairs,
Donny Hathaway,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kas Product,
The Gun Club,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Y Pants,
The Fortunes,
Man Parrish,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
Mandrill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quando Quango,
Whodini,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.