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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Aaron Thompson to the funk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Görl,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
Byron Stingily,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
R.M.O.,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra,
Black Bananas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thee Headcoats,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
Fatback Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
Kerri Chandler,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
Joyce Sims,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Almond,
Bizarre Inc.,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
the Sonics,
The Doors,
World's Most,
Au Pairs,
Subhumans,
John Holt,
Surgeon,
Fat Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.