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 Serbia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Order to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Monochrome Set,
Tommy Roe,
Hoover,
The Moody Blues,
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
Swans,
Yellowson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nirvana,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
Cameo,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo,
Ohio Players,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter,
Patti Smith,
Oblivians,
Pylon,
Royal Trux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
Pulsallama,
KRS-One,
The Red Krayola,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Womack,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
June of 44,
Max Romeo,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
Mars,
Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.