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 Korea South and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brick 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Quando Quango,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cymande,
Cal Tjader,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultra Naté,
The Happenings,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Standells,
The Fortunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy Collins,
Flipper,
Thompson Twins,
The Gap Band,
The Smiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
Stetsasonic,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlback,
Don Cherry,
Little Man,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
The Evens,
Angry Samoans,
David Bowie,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
Essential Logic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
Magma,
Liliput,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Neon Judgement,
Ossler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Mills,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.