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 Moldova and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '90s.
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 Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
Hasil Adkins,
Don Cherry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vainqueur,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yaz,
The Young Rascals,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
The Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultra Naté,
Suicide,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
The Raincoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris & Cosey,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
Bad Manners,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
Japan,
The Alarm Clocks,
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hot Snakes,
The Count Five,
Oblivians,
The Move,
Bill Near,
Roxette,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
Ludus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
PIL,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.