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 Burkina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
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 808 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 Bobby Byrd to the grunge 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Monks,
Magma,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
Dead Boys,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maleditus Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
The Smoke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Womack,
Hoover,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes,
ABC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
Boredoms,
the Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Zero Boys,
Alison Limerick,
AZ,
The Remains,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.