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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barclay James Harvest to the dance 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Wyatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
MDC,
The Gories,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
AZ,
Aural Exciters,
Swell Maps,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
Marmalade,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
The Fugs,
Flash Fearless,
Michelle Simonal,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
Pussy Galore,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül II,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The New Christs,
Pylon,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
Erykah Badu,
Deakin,
The Monochrome Set,
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suicide,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.