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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Juan Atkins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Sound Behaviour,
Connie Case,
Funky Four + One,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
Nico,
One Last Wish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Mills,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
Basic Channel,
the Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Amazonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
Dual Sessions,
Quantec,
Hoover,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
Fear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terry Callier,
Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
Sällskapet,
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
Camouflage,
Visage,
Black Flag,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pole,
The Barracudas,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Starr,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barbara Tucker,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry's Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
Althea and Donna,
Jawbox,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.