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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Gories to the jazz 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
Slave,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The J.B.'s,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick May,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up,
Wings,
Model 500,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drexciya,
The Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends,
T.S.O.L.,
The New Christs,
Matthew Bourne,
Negative Approach,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Essential Logic,
The Slackers,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
Organ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.