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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Rapeman to the crunk 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Circle Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Swans,
Crime,
Siglo XX,
Dorothy Ashby,
JFA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
New York Dolls,
Pussy Galore,
Hardrive,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camouflage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings,
Minor Threat,
Accadde A,
Sex Pistols,
La Düsseldorf,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
The Zeros,
John Holt,
Lalann,
Chrome,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
DJ Sneak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.