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 Slovenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
Lightning Bolt,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
KRS-One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lower 48,
Liliput,
Mark Hollis,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
Cymande,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Moon,
Fear,
Lindisfarne,
Symarip,
Ultravox,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Busters,
Lou Reed,
Basic Channel,
The Fugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
Gang of Four,
Crooked Eye,
Hasil Adkins,
Little Man,
Slick Rick,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
Half Japanese,
Wasted Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Panda Bear,
Rosa Yemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.