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 Mozambique and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Glenn Branca to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monks,
The Raincoats,
David Axelrod,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lower 48,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Basic Channel,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
Ituana,
Qualms,
Pulsallama,
Shoche,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
Gabor Szabo,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
Albert Ayler,
E-Dancer,
The Remains,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
Crime,
Motorama,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
Agitation Free,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.