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 Bolivia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Slave to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Soulsonic Force,
Fugazi,
Dorothy Ashby,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
Dave Gahan,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Names,
Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Marine Girls,
Kayak,
Marc Almond,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Holt,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
Ultra Naté,
Ten City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
the Germs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Motorama,
Organ,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
Sarah Menescal,
Leonard Cohen,
The Move,
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonic Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
DNA,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
Hoover,
Stetsasonic,
Bush Tetras,
Ossler,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.