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 Sweden and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Trumans Water to the dance 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
Delta 5,
Laurel Aitken,
World's Most,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wings,
Pantytec,
Franke,
Rekid,
The Index,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Symarip,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DNA,
Jacob Miller,
Minny Pops,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Babytalk,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
Bluetip,
Echospace,
The Dead C,
Motorama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Stooges,
Quadrant,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
UT,
Slave,
Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.