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 Niger and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun Ra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare,
Underground Resistance,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
Carl Craig,
The Index,
Infiniti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
Visage,
China Crisis,
Black Sheep,
Kevin Saunderson,
Basic Channel,
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
The Pop Group,
Heaven 17,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
The Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alison Limerick,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
Circle Jerks,
Scion,
Black Moon,
Radio Birdman,
Organ,
The Misunderstood,
Spandau Ballet,
Make Up,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rotary Connection,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
The Star Department,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cramps,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.