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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma 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?
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
Pantaleimon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
Kas Product,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Metal Thangz,
Depeche Mode,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Masters at Work,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smiths,
Scratch Acid,
Boz Scaggs,
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Evens,
John Foxx,
The Selecter,
The Monochrome Set,
Suicide,
The Birthday Party,
Schoolly D,
Prince Buster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
the Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.