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 Gabon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Laurel Aitken,
X-102,
The Pretty Things,
Ronan,
Alton Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Infiniti,
Main Source,
Aural Exciters,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
Loose Ends,
Joe Finger,
Section 25,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
Japan,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Eve St. Jones,
PIL,
Rakim,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Association,
CMW,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
Lakeside,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
10cc,
Sarah Menescal,
Tubeway Army,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.