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 Togo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Glenn Branca,
Aaron Thompson,
The Motions,
Section 25,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Foxx,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
Stetsasonic,
Swans,
Aswad,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
Essential Logic,
Absolute Body Control,
Swell Maps,
Excepter,
Smog,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
Don Cherry,
the Bar-Kays,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Basic Channel,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Ludus,
Livin' Joy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims,
Circle Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra,
Leonard Cohen,
The Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick Morgan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Sheep,
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faust,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
Scratch Acid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.