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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Pylon to the jazz 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camouflage,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
Maleditus Sound,
Wally Richardson,
The Smoke,
The Music Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
Silicon Teens,
Tim Buckley,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dennis Brown,
Spoonie Gee,
the Normal,
Faust,
The Modern Lovers,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
Scientists,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
Rufus Thomas,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gun Club,
Niagra,
Unwound,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.