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 Romania and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Loose Ends to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Fania All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
H. Thieme,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
The Wake,
The Star Department,
Cluster,
New Order,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Faraquet,
Carl Craig,
In Retrospect,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
The Cramps,
Derrick May,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
Rotary Connection,
Ronnie Foster,
Joy Division,
Moebius,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minor Threat,
The Zeros,
Siglo XX,
Roxette,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Golliwogs,
Wire,
Susan Cadogan,
the Slits,
The Seeds,
Jandek,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
The Kinks,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.